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Cotnpiled by 

Mrs. Clias. E. Cowman 

“Btti you will not mind the roughness nor the steepness of the way. 
Nor the chill, unvested morning, nor the searness of the day; 
And yoxi will not take a turning to the left or to the right, 

But go straight ahead, nor tremble, at the coming of the night, 
For the trail leads Homed* 

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900 North Hobart Blvd., Los Angeles 27, Calif. U. S. A. 

Nineteen Hundred and For^-seven 



Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman 

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authors and publishers who very generously have granted permis- 
sion to use extracts from their copyrighted publications. 

Among those to whom such acknowledgments are due are the 
following: Christian Publications, Inc., for quotations fi'om the 
writings of Dr. A. B. Simpson; The American Tract Society, for 
selections from “Bees in Amber,” by Jolm Oxenham; the Evangeli- 
cal Publishers, Toronto, Canada, for the use of the poems of Miss 
Annie Johnson Flint; The Abingdon-Cokesbury Press, for extracts 
from the writings of Bishop Quayle and Bishop Cushman; The Sil- 
ver Publishmg Society, for quotations from James McConkey’s 
writings; The Moody Monthly, for poems; The Reilly and Lee Co., 
Chicago, for the poem by Edgar A. Guest; The King\s Business, Los 
Angeles, for the poem “I Broke My Tryst with God"; and to Dr. 
William C. Stidger for two poems; to The Nazarene Publishing Co., 
for excerpts from their monthly magazine. 

An earnest endeavor has been made to locate the authors of all 
copyrighted selections; indulgence is begged where this endeavor 
has failed. Should we succeed in locating any further copyright 
owners, acknowledgment will be given in the second edition. 


On a morning some months ago a leader of youth called at the office 
of The Oriental Missionary Society, 900 North Hobart Blvd., Los Angeles, 
California. On what quest had he come? 

“Will you give to us a book of daily devotional readings — a book exclu- 
sively for youth? We are readers of Streams in the Desert and Sprinfjs in 
the Valley, and through Charles Cowman, Missionary Warrior, many of our 
youth have caught the vision of missionary service and have responded to 
the call to the nations. But, we need a book! One with a challenge to 
youth — for sacrificial living and a complete abandonment to God — a book, 
of our very own!” 

What a challenge his request presented ! One which seemed to be impos- 
sible of fulfillment, as my youthful days had long since flown. But prayer 
was made, God’s will earnestly sought; and now Mounxaiw Tsailways for 
Youth is on its mission to the youth of our generation. 

Those who bear the Master’s name — ^whether youthful or aged — ^must all 
travel the same highway. Those who have journeyed the longest and farth- 
est are better acquainted with the road, its dangerous windings and its de- 
tours, and thus the younger pilgrims on the trail value the words of coun- 
sel and the experience of their elders. A poet has beautifully expressed 
this in the following lines: 

"An old man, going a lone highway, 

Came at the evening, cold and gray, 

To a chasm vast and deep and wide. 

Through which was flowing a raging tide. 

The old man crossed in the twilight dim; 

The sullen stream had no jears for him; 

But he turned when safe on the other side. 

And huilt a bridge to span the tide. 

‘Old man,* said a fellow-inlgrim near, 

‘You are wasting your strength with building here; 

Your journey will end with the closing day; 

You never again will pass this way. 

You’ve crossed the chasm deep and wide. 

Why build you this bridge at eventide?’ 

The builder lifted his old gray head. 

‘Good friend, in the path I have come,’ he said, 

‘There followeth after me today 
A youth whose feet must pass this way. 

This chasm which has been as naught to me, 

To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be; 

He, too, must cross in the twilight dim; 

Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.’” 

It has been a precious privilege — a delightsome task — ^to compile Motw- 
TAIM TEAinwAvs FOR YouTH exclusively for you, my beloved youthful 
friends. May you find witliin its pages the spiritual tonic needed to 
strengthen you for the climb to the heights and courage to keep on clirabiag 
until you reach the summit — ^liot somehow, but triumphantly! 

Yours in Calvary bonds, 

L. B. Cowman- 
{Mrs, Chas. E. Cowman) 

Something hidden. Go and find it. Go 
and look behind the Ranges — 
Something lost behind the Ranges. 

Lost and waiting for you. Go! 

— Kipling. 

January 1 

"Wort) therefore give me this mountain.’* (Joshua 14: 12.) 

OUTH of the world, fellow mountaineers, roadmates, in 
the name of our loving Master we greet you on this glori- 
ous New Year’s morning! Together we stand at the foot of 
a great mountain range to salute the breaking of the dawn, 
to renew our covenant with Him, to place anew our hands 
in His as we begin our journey through the xmtrodden months 
ahead. Before us are twelve towering peaks rearing their heads 
above the snow line. The tang of their icy winds sweeps down upon 
us. We are awed by their desolate grandeur. Harken! Bugles are 
sounding. Those who have left the murky mists of the low valleys 
and have made their way to the peace-ci’owned summits are beck- 
oning us! The topmost crag challenges us, stirs our blood, and kin- 
dles our courage. Our Great Leader cries, “Out! Out! Take the 
trail!” Multiplied thousands of Christian youth are responding to 
His call to scale the heights, win the prize, “the high calling of God 
in Christ Jesus” — ^triumphant mountaineers who will participate in 
the conquest of the ages. To them “the mountain shall be thine” 
(Joshua 17: 18) — His gracious Word of assurance! 

There are three things you can do with mountains. You can climb 
them. Mountains look sinister at a distance, but they lose much of 
their terror when you boldly approach them. Then, you can take a 
mountain. History has been made by men and women who have 
.taken mountains that have seemed formidable to others. After yoti 
take a mountain you can use it. Caleb did that, and you and I can 
become Calebs. (Read the book of Joshua.) The hard climb 
strengthens the muscles; the problem solved trains the mind; the 
difficulties conquered build character. There is joy unspeakable in 
conquering mountains, triumphing in His victory! 

Our Lord does not ask us to climb in our human strength. “I will 
gird thee!” He has not bidden us journey alone. “Lo, I am with 
you!” One climbs beside you. 



Make you away this very hour to the glory-crowned heights with 
God! Who knows what awaits you! Climb and listen! 

Make me Thy mountaineer; I would not linger 
On the lower slope. 

Fill me afresh with hope^ O God of hope. 

That undefeated 
I may climb the hill 
As seeing Him who is invisible. 

Make me to be Thy happy mountaineer, 

O God most high; 

My climbing soul would welcome the austere; 

Lord, crucify 

On rock or scree, ice-cliff or field of snow, 

The softness that would sink to things below. 

Thou art my Guide; where Thy sure feet have trod 
Shall mine be set; 

Thy lightest word my law of life, O God; 

Lest I forget. 

And slip and fall, teach me to do Thy will, 

Thy mountaineer upon Thy holy hill. 

— Amy Wilson Carmichael. 

January 2 

. Jesus himself drew near, and went with them.” 

(Luke 24:15.) 

f|T THE gateway of the year now let us kneel to pray — ask- 
1 ing God to bless us ere we go upon our way. . . . We dare 
I not take one step along the road that lies ahead — ^without a 
I prayer for guidance on the path that we must tread. 

Let us pray for strength, endurance, courage, fortitude— 
so that we may venta’e out with hope and faith renewed . . . mighty 
weapons, final victory. —Patience Strong. 

“Shepherd of tender youth, 

Guiding in love and truth 
Through devious ways; 

Ever he Thou our Guide, 

Our Shepherd and our Pride, 

Our Staff and Song; 

Jesus, Thou Christ of God, 

By Thy perennial Word, 

Lead us where Thou hast trod, 

Make our faith strong." —Hymnat 



Dr. S. D. Gordon once wrote: “Our Lord has been everywhere 
that we are called to go. His feet have trodden down smooth a path 
through every experience that comes to us. He knows each ro£^, 
and Imows it well — the steep path of temptation down through the 
rocky ravines and slippery gullies, the dizzy road along the heights 
of victory, the old beaten road of commonplace daily routine.” 

I said to the man who stood 
at the gate of the year, 

“Give me a light that I may 
tread safely into the unknown/* 

And he replied, 

“Go out into the darkness and put 
your hand 

Into the hand of God; 

That shall he to you better than light 
and safer than a known way/* 

— M. Louise Haskins. 

(Quoted by His Majesty the King in an Empire broadcast.) 

Take the road, the lonely road; be courageous, unafraid; and He 
will walk with you, as long ago He walked the Emmaus Road. 

January 3 

, . Forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching 
forth unto those things which are before/* (Phil 3: 13.) 

I HE New Year is not present with us. Only a new day! So 
I it will be continually. We shall see but one day at a time. 
I ... If each day is lived right, the whole year will be right; 
I if each day is wrong, the year will be all wrong. Each 
day is a white page to be written. Write it beautifully, and 
the year will be beautiful.” 


Lord, Thou hast given me a clean, new year. 

Help me to keep its pages pure, unspoiled; 
To write upon its scroll hut kindly thoughts. 
With no unsightly blots to have it soiled. 

Let me not mar, in thought or word or deed. 

This page, so white, so pure, unsullied, fair. 

Help me to know that when I stand in need 
Of help from Thee, Thou’rt always standing there. 

When duty calls me, Lord, let pleasure wait. 

Let me fulfill my calling. Let Thy will. 

Not mihe, he done. Oh, let me ever hear 
Thy calm, approving voice. Thy guidance still. 



Lead me f dear Lord, in paths of peacefulness. 

But if, perchance. Thy paths should ever lie 
O’er mountain trails, though they he rough and hleak, 

Then may I ansioer, "Master, here am L” 

—I. S. Ellis. 

An artist who was asked, “What is your best picture?” answered, 
‘My next.” Make tomorrow your best day! 

“Yesterday ended last night.” 

January 4 

“I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, 
that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable 
unto God, which is your reasonable service.” (Rom. 12:1.) 

Laid on Thine altar, O my Lord divine, 

Accept my gift this day, for Jesus’ sake, 

I have no jewels to adorn Thy shrine. 

Nor any world-famed sacrifice to make; 

But here I bring within my trembling hands. 

This will of mine, a thing that seemeth small. 

Yet Thou alone, O Lord, canst understand 
How when I yield Thee this, I yield my all. 

Hidden therein Thy searching gaze can see 
Struggles of passion, visions of delight, 

All that I have, or am, or fain would be, 

Deep loves, fond hopes, and longings infinite; 

It hath been wet with tears, and dimmed with sighs, 
Clenched in my grasp, till beauty hath it none; 

Now from Thy footstool, where it vanquished lies. 

The prayer ascendeth, “May Thy will be done.” 

Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail. 

And merge it so into Thine own will, that e’eii 
If in some desperate hour my cries prevail. 

And Thou give back my gift, it may have been 
So changed, so purified, so fair have groxvn. 

So one with Thee, so filled with love divine, 

I may not know or feel it as my own. 

But gaining back my will, may find it Thine. 

— Selected. 

Npt the sundown hours of my life, but all the hours of my life— 



January 5 

“Hear thou, my son, and be wise, and guide thine heart in 
the way.” (Prov. 23: 19.) 

10 a young man who had just graduated from college and 
I had expressed uncertainty as to what course he should 
I follow in the future, Calvin Coolidge made this remark; 
I “You are starting out in life. When you begin any journey 
you chart your course, you plan which direction and which 
road \vill lead to your desired destination. Have a predetermined 
chart, and then follow it.” 

General Foch made this statement as he stood before the allied 
commanders of the Woi’ld War: “Battles are won the day before.” 
It is the planning that goes into a life that determines how well it 
will succeed. We must chart the course we expect to talce. 

“Sailors may make their own journey ings, but not their own 
map; they may not paint their own horizons on the cabin ceiling; 
they must obey the stars and a magnetism-out-of-sight, or the 
ocean lanes become shambles.” 

A college professor said to a lad on graduation day, “Now, my 
boy, understand that you are going to launch your crift on a dan- 
gerous ocean.” “Yes, I know it,” said the boy, and taking a Bible 
out of his pocket and holding it up he added, “but you see, I have a 
safe compass to steer by.” 

The starting point of this journey is with God in the conscious- 
ness of sins forgiven and the peace that comes to a life fully sur- 

Just one thing, O Master, I ask today, 
Now that the old year has passed away, 
And a promising new year, through grace 
of Thine, 

With all the dreams of youth is mine — 
Just one thing I ask as I onward go, 

That I’ll walk with Thee— not too fast, 
nor slow; 

Just one thing I ask, and nothing more, 
Not to linger behind, nor run before, 

O Master! This is my only plea — 

Take hold of my life and pilot me. 

— Seleeted. 



January 6 

"Wilt thou not from this time cry unto me. My father, thou 
art the guide of my youth?’’ (Jer. 3: 4.) 

I HAT course pursued will make certain a successful voy~ 
I age for the sea of life?” was the question put to a pro“ 
I fessor by a young woman who had entered her freshman 
I year at a noted university. To her inquiry the professor 

“O choose, young life, the course which you can still be following 
a million years from now, and be following it joyfully and in high- 
est profit. ’Tis the set of the sail that sends the ship safe to harbor. 
’Tis the set of the soul that sends the youth triumphantly onward 
and upward. It is direction that determines destiny.” 

What course pursued will make certain a successful voyage for 
the sea of life? 

_ (1) A definite acceptance of the Creator’s plan for a whole life- 
time; an utter abandonment to do His will, at any cost, by any 
road. (2) A regular, systematic, never-failing prayer-life, every 
day. (3) A daily feeding of the inner life from the inspired Word. 
(4) Fellowship with others of like pm’pose who are climbing the 
heights, (5) Alertness in testimony and loving service. The great 
Pilot of the sea of life will take the command of your ship, voyage 
with you and bring you safely into port. 


“The tugging ship is unmoored; her sails are filling with the 
breeze; she sniffs the spray in her nostrils; her rigging grows taut 
like giant muscles; the course is set; the pilot is at the helm — the 
New Year is outward boxmd!” 

As we stand amid the sunrise glories of this new dawn let us be 
like Wilfred Campbell’s pioneers: 

"They feared no unknown; saw no horizon dark; 
Counted no danger; dreamed all seas their road 
To possible futures; struck no craven sail 
For sloth or indolent, cowardice; steered their keels 
O’er wastes of heaving oceans, leagues of brine; 
While Hope firm kept the tiller. Faith, in dreams, 
Saw coasts of gleaming continent looming large 
Beyond the ultimate of the sea’s far rim.” 

Sail out, O soul of mine! 



January 7 

. . That in all things he might have the ‘pre-eminence” 

(Col. 1:18.) 

it not be a wise thing, here at the threshold of the 
Sfear to walk through the rooms of your home, to 
I the chambers of your soul, and find if there are not 
which should be submitted to the flames? God’s 
XJower, in limitless abundance, is waiting to come into the 
souls that are willing to accept the fire test by surrendering all to 

A man in India, as he was searching for a book, felt a pain in his 
finger like the prick of a pin. He took little notice of it; but soon 
his arm began to swell, and in a short time he was dead. A small 
but deadly serpent was found among the books. There are many 
who receive in a book a bad wound that may seem slight but proves 
fatal to the soul. Be careful what you read! 

Somewhere a story is recorded that the walls of a certain stu- 
dent’s room were covered with pictures of a low order. The stu- 
dent’s mother visited him. Not a word did she say, but placed on 
the wall Hofmann’s “Christ in the Temple.” On another visit she 
found the objectionable pictures were all gone! The student ex- 
plained to his mother, “When He went up, other things had to come 

Dear Master, as the old year dieth soon. 

Take Thou my harp. 

And 'prove if anything be out of tune, 

Or fiat, or sharp! 

Correct Thou, Lord, for me 
What ringeth harsh to Thee, 

That heart and life may sing, the New Year long. 

Thy perfect song! — Selected. 

Keep in tune with the Infinite One! 

January 8 

. . And comfort of the scriptures . . .” (Rom. 15: 4.) 

H OUTH will be glad to recall Stanley’s rededication of him- 
self to his Lord and Master as a result of his reading of 
the Bible, alone, in the heart of Africa. His own testimony 
in his autobiography includes the following remarkable 

“My sicknesses were frequent, and during my first attack of Afri- 
can fever I took up the Bible to while away tire tedious, feverish 



b.o\irs in bed. Though incapacitated from the march, my tempera- 
ture being constantly at 105 degrees, it did not prevent me from 
reading, when not light-headed. I read Job and then the Psalms. 

“The Bible, with its noble and simple language, I continued to 
read with a higher and truer understanding than I had ever before 
conceived. Its powerful verses had a different meaning, a more 
penetrative influence, in the silence of the wilds. I came to feel a 
strange glow while absorbed in its pages, and a charm peculiarly 
appropriate to the deep melancholy of African scenery. 

“When I laid down the Book, my mind commenced to feed upon 
what memory suggested. Then rose the ghosts of bygone yearn- 
ings, haunting every cranny of the brain with numbers of baffled 
hopes and unfulfilled aspirations. Here was I, only a poor journal- 
ist, with no friends, and yet possessed by a feeling of power to 
achieve! How could it ever be! Then verses of Scripture rang iter- 
atively through my mind as applicable to my own being, sometimes 
full of glowing promise, often of solemn warning. 

“Alone in my tent, tinseen of men, my mind labored and worked 
upon itself, and nothing was so soothing and sustaining as when I 
remembered the long-neglected comfort and support of lonely 
childhood and boyhood. I flung myself on my knees and utterly 
poured out my soul in secret prayer to Him from whom I had been 
so long estranged; to Him who had mysteriously led me here into 
Africa, there to reveal Himself, and His will. I then became in- 
spired with a fresh desire to serve Him to the utmost, that same 
desire which, in early days in New Orleans, filled me each morning 
and sent me joyfully skipping to my work. 

“As seen in my loneliness, there was this difference between the 
Bible and the newspapers. The one reminded me that, apart from 
God, my life was but a bubble of air, and it bade me remember my 
Creator; the other fostered arrogance and woiddliness. When that 
vast unheaved slcy and mighty circumference of tree-clad earth, or 
sere downland, marked so emphatically my personal littleness, I 
felt often so subdued, that my black followers might have discerned, 
had they been capable of reflection, that Africa was changing me.” 

"I rejoice at thy word as one that findeth great spoil.” exclaimed 
the Psalmist. Do you know the joy that lies hidden in these neg- 
lected pages, the honey that you might eat from this garden of the 
Lord, these blossoms of truth and promise? Oh, take your Bibles 
as the living love letters of His heart to you, and aslc Him to speak 
it to you in joy and faith and spiritual illumination, as the sweet 
manna of your spirit’s life and the honey out of the Rock of Ages! 

mountain trailways for youth 


January 9 

“Verily, verily I say unto you, . . . the works that I do shall 
he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because 
I go unto my Father.” (John 14: 12.) 

“But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is 
come upon you: . . (Acts 1: 8.) 

^^^^gOD does not ask for personalities; persons will do. That is, 
I God does not ask for exceptional people. But He needs 

great things without them. Then why 
does He ask for persons when He wants personalities? 
Because the power of Pentecost turns persons into person- 
alities. By the Holy Spirit’s indwelling the most ordinary can be- 
come extraordinary. All God asks for is you; He will see to the 

Two famous men have recently spoken to youth. The Honorable 
Winston Churchill says: “This is a time when the voice of Youth 
will be welcomed in the world.” In what accents will that voice 
speak? Will it take the counsel of Field Marshal Montgomery, 
who says: “Learn to build the framework of your life on a Chris- 
tian foundation”? 

Do we need to be reminded of what happens when the religious 
foundations — the CHRISTIAN foundations — are destroyed? 

“Mourn not for the vanquished ages 
With their great historic men, 

Who dealt in history’s pages 
And live in the poet’s pen. 

For the grandest days are before us, 

And the world is yet to see 

The noblest work of this whole earth 

Is the men and women that are to he." 

“The tools to him that can use them!” 

You are God’s opportunity in your day. He has waited for ages 
for a person just like you. If you refuse Him, then God loses His 
opportunity which He sought through you, and He will never have 
another, for there will never be another person on the earth just 
like you. 

Bring to God your gift, my brother. 

He’ll not need to call another. 

You will do; 

He will add His blessing to it. 

And the two of you wiU do it, 

God and you. 

— ^R. E. Neighbour. 



January 10 

“But when it is sown, it groweth up, and hecometh greater 
than all herbs, and shooteth out great branches; so that the 
fowls of the air may lodge under the shadow of it.” (Mark 4:32.) 


n ET the answer to the question he given in two pictures. 

Here is a boy foui’teen years old. He comes down the 
stairs of his boyhood home with his suitcase in his hand. 
He sets it down by the door of his mother’s room and goes 
in to bid her good-bye. As long as he can remember, his 
ambition has been to go to sea, and now the hour has come, and he 
is bidding his mother farewell. He realizes that it is against her 
judgment that he go, and as he looks into her face, always sad be- 
cause she is gradually growing blind, he sees the grief which the 
thought of his departure is causing her*. So instead of bidding her 
farewell, he goes out, picks up his bag, moxmts the stairs and stays 
at home. The picture that goes with that is of a man astride a horse 
beneath an elm tree on the edge of a college campus. He is assum- 
ing command of the armies of his people whom he is to lead to 
victory in their fight for independence, a service he is to fulfill as 
their first President — “first in war, first in peace, and first in the 
hearts of his countrymen.” The boy became that man. 

Another picture is that of a boy twelve years old on the campus 
of Phillips-Exeter Academy in New Hampshire; he is crying, partly 
because he is homesick and partly because his clothes are outland- 
ish, having been made by his mother and dyed with butternut 
stain. They are different from those of the other fellows who laugh 
at him; but he wants to go home principally because he is afraid 
to speak before the school the next Friday afternoon. He does not 
see how he can speak. He realizes that his father has mortgaged 
the farm to send him to school, and he dimly realizes that the suc- 
cess of his life in any large sense will depend upon his education, 
but he is crying with homesickness and with fear of having to 
speak. The picture that goes with that is of a man on the floor of 
the Senate of the United States. He is a man of strange and dis- 
tinctive impressiveness. An English wit said of him that he was 
the greatest living lie, for nobody could possibly be as great as he 
looked. Another said that when he walked on Beacon Street in 
Boston the houses looked smaller, and now as he stands on the 
floor of the Senate, it has fallen to his lot that he shall define the 
nationalism of his country in phrases that constitute one of the 
greatest speeches in American history. That hoy became that man. 
So here we have our word— the great, living, throbbing word— 
to become.” The greatness of a youth is not in what he does but 



in what he may do. Before youth is the future in the dawn-mist of 
hovering glory and surprise. 

—Chapel Talks. 

January 11 

. . See, saith he, that thou make all things according to the 
pattei'n shewed to thee in the mount."" (Heb. 8: 5.) 

J want to see other things than dreams, God — 

And yet these, my dreams, must live, 

Untouched by the frost of realness — 

Shining like hope in my heart. 

Dream of heroic things, 

Courage — and the silver cry of bugles . . . 

But let me see the small, unnoticed pain 
In the eyes of some war-lonely child. 

Help me to find a comfort for him . . . 

Some shnple thing 

To make his unshed tears fall softly 

And a smile come back again. 

Tall, beautiful dreams for Someday, 

Covered with the mist of things unformed . , . 

God, help me not to be so blind 

To all the little ugly things 

That I could take so easily inside my heart 

For even just an hour or two. 

And make them lovely. 

Things like tinmittened hands. 

Hunger and weeping, 

The ugliness of want and need. 

Dream of music, deeper and more sweet 
Than any ever made . . . 

But I xoant my listening ears to hear 
The sound of a stifled sob. 

Tears in a voice that tries to sing, 

The desolate echo of a voiceless cry . . . 

Help me to give my hand to someone. 

Lend my song-dreams to an empty heart. 

Weave sweeter music ' 

From the loom of real things— 

Harsh, unlovely, small — 

But real. 



Dreams, silver-misted, in my heart are dear . . . 

Strange that these simple little things of Now 
Should somehow make them brighter . . . 

Make them suddenly come true. 

— Marian Vincent Hof man. 

“Dreams may be spun upon the looms of God, but remember that 
dreams may be our traitors. Build great castles in the air and then 
go out to work and put solid foimdations beneath them.” 

Sign your name to yotu: dreams. 

January 12 

. . Hold that fast which thou hast, that no man take thy 
crown.” (Rev. 3: 11.) 

M N a day in the autumn I saw a prairie eagle mortally 
wounded by a I'ifle shot. His eye still gleamed like a circle 
of light. Then he slowly turned his head and gave one 
more searching and longing look at the sky. He had often 
swept those starry spaces with his wonderful wings. The 
beautiful sky was the home of his heart. It was the eagle’s domain. 
A thousand times he had exploited there his splendid strength. In 
those far away heights he had played with the lightnings, and raced 
with the winds, and now, so far away from home, the eagle lay 
dying, done to the death, because for once he forgot and flew too low. 
Read the story of Samson (Judges, chapters 13-16). 

“One deed may mar a life. 

And one may make it.” 

January 13 

“But the mountain shall be thine. . . (Joshua 17: 18.) 

story is told of a great Carthaginian general who sum- 
ned his troops to meet in the foothills of the towering 
3S. Pointing to the majestic mountains, he said, “Over 
: Alps lies Italy!” Beautiful, STinny Italy — ^the land of 
xneir dreams! The challenge was theirs! A challenge that 
meant heroism, bravery, determination! Those mountains held a 
lure for the brave soldiers. ^ But — ^were they now ready to accept 
the challenge, to face the difficulties, and to hazard their lives in 
the undertaking to make their dreams come true? 

Their general did not hide from them the perils they must en- 
counter if they were to reach the top. But he told them of the wide 
horizons that would be theirs at the trail’s end— the honors await- 



ing them as a reward for their valiant act. A few retreated, prefer- 
rmg to live in the valley and the lowland rather than face the strug- 
gle, deadly insensitive to their glorious privilege of winning the 
prize! But the majority girded themselves for the feat to be accom- 
plished. They had caught the vision and were content to leave the 
valley roads for high climbing. Day by day, over sharp rocks and 
crags they went, through toil and pain, fainting oft from hunger 
and fatigue. Blood drops on the pure white snow marked their 
tracks. At last— cold, ragged, and hungry— they reached the top and 
planted their standard on the highest peak of the Alps. The almost 
insurmountable mountains below them were wreathed in the mys- 
tery of the clouds! The pealcs around were touched with the glory 
of the sunrise! Before their vision, of unsurpassing loveliness, were 
fields of waving grain in the green valley below! Beautiful or- 
chards, sparkling fountains! Italy! They had arrived in the land of 
their dreams! It lay "across the Alps.” 

“Youth without faith is a day without sun.” 

January 14 

“Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know 
my thoughts: . . . and lead me in the way everlasting” 

(Psalm 139:23, 24.) 

| r^a °M^HERE is a proverb in the business world that the man who 
takes no inventories finally becomes bankrupt. 

Bishop Foster said, “If you have no sense of need, you 
will assuredly make no progress. If, with them of Laodicea, 
you say, T am rich, and increased with goods, and have 
need of nothing’ — ^I have religion enough, I see no special reason 
for making so much ado about the matter — ^if such, or anything 
resembling this, is your feeling, you will not soon occupy advanced 
ground. Seek to realize your needs. But how shall you do this? 
There is but one way. Oh, that we coxild prevail upon you to be 
faithful here! Taking the twin lamps of truth, the Bible and con- 
science, with sincere prayers for the gmdance of the Holy Ghost, 
make that diligent search which the importance of the case re- 
quires. Be candid with yourself. Make no extenuations, no apology; 
use no tenderness. Ferret every recess thoroughly; probe to the 
bottom; pass through every chamber of your soul; search it through 
and through with a determination to know your case, to look at 
yourself stripped of every disguise. What do you find? Are there 
no idols in the sacred temple, no ‘images of gold,’ no ‘Babylonish 
garments’ no concealed ‘spies,’ no pride, no envy, no jealousy, no 
anger, no malice, no undue love of the world, no undue desire for 



the praise of men, no improper ambition? Does God possess your 
heart without a rival? Axe you wholly the Lord’s? Oh, for faith- 
fulness! Have no mercy on yourself; be resolved to know the 
worst! You may make such discoveries as will astonish and dis- 
tress you; still, make diligent search. What is your example? Is it 
all that a Christian’s should be? Do you daily exhibit in the family, 
in &e social circle, in your business — everywhere — those tempers 
which should adorn the Clmistian character? What is your influ- 
ence? Is it, so far as it is under your control, always decidedly and 
undividedly for Christ?” 

But no matter how discouraging the results of this inventoiy may 
be, let no one give over to everlasting bankruptcy. Confess the 
need to Christ without any shaming. Press your claim, through the 
merits of His blood, for immediate help. Believe His promise. Re- 
ceive His Spirit. Obtain the riches of full salvation today. — Selected. 

The old German artist Hofmann is said to have visited at inter- 
vals the Royal Gallery in Dresden to touch up liis paintings there. 

January 15 

. . Those that seek me early in the morning IHehrew] shall 
find me.” (Prov. 8: 17.) 

EBENDARY WEBB-PEPLOE once said: "All great saints 

I have been early risers.” Some of the holiest and busiest 
of God’s children have made the Morning Watch the set- 
tled habit of their lives. Sir Henry Havelock, even if he 
had to march at four in the morning, would rise so as to 
have two hours of fellowship with the Bang. The late Lord Cairns 
made it a rule to have an hour and a half for prayer before meet- 
ing the family, and never deviated from this, even if his late duties 
in Parliament left him no more than two hours’ sleep. Wesley and 
Whitefield were early risers. Prances Ridley Havergal could not 
have filled earth with so much of the music of heaven, had she not 
enjoyed what she calls “the one hour at dawn with Jesus.” 

Can any of us dispense with this Morning Watch? What time is 
there to gather manna for the soul unless we do it before the sun 
rises? (Exod. 16:19-21). What time to steal a march upon the 
enemy, unless like Joshua, we awake right early? (Joshua 6:12). 

“Thankfully do I here testify to the value of the Morning Watch 
and vow to keep the holy tryst” are the words of a noted missionary. 

Some minutes in the morning. 
Ere the cares of life begin. 

Ere the heart’s wide door is open 
For the world to enter in. 



Oh, then alone with Jesus, 

In the silence of the morn. 

In heavenly, sweet communion 
Let your every day he horn. 

In the quietude that blesses. 

With a prelude of repose, 

Let your soul he soothed and softened 
As the dew revives the rose. 

Some minutes in the morning 
Take your Bible in your hand. 

And catch a glimpse of glory 
From the peaceful promised land. 

It will linger still before you 
When you seek the busy mart. 

And like flowers of hope will blossom 
Into beauty in your heart. 

The precious words like jewels 
Will glisten all the day 
With a rare refulgent glory 
That will brighten all the way! 

— Selected. 

The morning hour has gold in its hand. 

January 16 

*‘Sing unto the Lord, bless his name; show forth his salvation 
from day to day." (Psalm 96: 2.) 

is the day the Lord hath made.’ It is the Lord’s gift. 
But for His goodness and mercy I should not have seen 
Today. His goodness is new upon me each morning. 

But why should God give me Today? He has given me 
so many; rarely have I given one back to Him. He gave 
me Today that I might honor and serve Him better than on any 
day I hitherto accepted from His hand. 

How strangely wonderful would it be if but a single day could be 
fully given back to God by me; if on arising in the morning I would 
call upon Him: ‘Cause me to hear Thy lovingkindness in the morn- 
ing,’ and then through Today in all things be guided by His voice, 
trust Him, love Him, obey Him. 

If from youth a man accepts Today as God’s gift and lives it by 
His grace, he exalts the name of God and brings strength to his 


Here Is your armor: the shield of glorioits youth, 
The keen spurs of the mind, the sword of vision. 



Go forth and find the Holy Grail of Truth, 

Unmindful of the multitude’s derision. 

Today is yours, and yours the confidence 
Of garnered knowledge and our past mistakes: 
Subdue the hosts of ignorance and pretense: 

Bring hack the only cup our thirsting slakes. 

You shall erase the scars of this dark hour, 

The lines of hunger and the wounds of pain; 

Yours the great spirit that must rise to power 
And give a lost world peace and faith again. 

— Selected. 

When God says “now” let no man say “tomorrow.” 

Today is better than tomorrow. 

January 17 

“. . » Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, . . . 
unto a land that I will shew thee.” (Gen. 12: 1.) 

H O test is harder to a conscientious Christian than the nec- 
essity of separation in matters of conscience and principle 
from those most dearly loved. They plead so plausibly for 
our concessions and surrenders that it seems almost harsh 
to ride rough shod over all their sweet affection and gentle 
pleading. One of the finest of modern paintings represents a beau- 
tiful French girl, on the night preceding the awful massacre of St. 
Bartholomew, trying to pin a little badge on the breast of her Prot- 
estant lover; with tearful eyes and strained entreaty she is pleading 
with him to wear it as his only defense against the murderous 
swords of his assassins. With tender love but heavexily courage he is 
represented as gently holding back her hand and detaching the 
rosette from his bosom, knowing all the while that it is probably 
the last time they would ever meet on earth. It is Just such little 
things as this which constitute the difference beween loyalty and 
treason, between the hero-martyr and the easy time-server of every 

— Dr. A. B. Simpson. 

Beware lest the sympathy of others compete with God for the 
thi'one of your life! 

In spite of the stares of the wise and the world’s derision, 
Dare follow the star-hlazed road, dare follow the vision. 

— Edwin Markham. 



January 18 

. Arise, let us go hence/' (John 14:31.) 

gHEN natui’e plants an oak in the forest, she does not say, 
“Be a lichen, a small ground-creeping thing!” She says, 
“Grow! Become a tall, strong, mountain tree!” When we 
I hold our baby in our arms we do not say, “My child, be 
good for nothing.” Neither does God say, “Be nothing; do 
nothing! Just exist as humbly and meekly as you can!” He says, 
“Quit you like men!” 

Each of us is born for a sceptre and a crown. It gives a strange 
new thrill to life to realize we may long earnestly for high things, 
and work for them, if our inmost desire is not for self, but for God. 

— The Warrior. 

“We need not live on the marsh and in the mists. The slopes and 
’ invite us!” 

Teach me the faith of the mountains, serene and sublime. 

The deep-rooted joy of just living one day at a time; 

Leaving the petty possessions the valley-folk buy 

For the glory of glad wind-swept spaces where earth meets the sky. 

Teach me the faith of the mountains, their strength to endure, 

The breadth and the depth of their vision, unswerving and sure. 
Counting the dawn and the starlight as parts of one whole 
Wrought by the Spirit Eternal, within His control. 

— Author Unknown. 

Help us to live a mountain-top life! 

January 19 

"... I seek not mine own toill, but the will of the Father, 
lohich hath sent me.” (John 5: 30.) ". . . Nevertheless not my 
will, bui thine, be done.” (Luke 22: 42.) 

gN ambitious yoimg student heard God’s call. This student 
1 had plans of his own. He had his own program mapped 
1 out, but Christ crossed His path. He must do something 
I with Christ. Christ crossed his path, the inescapable 
Christ, and the young man yielded. Yielded his Ihe, 
yielded will, yielded all, and then in a quiet place he wrote: 


1 had walked life’s way with an easy tread. 

Had followed where comforts and pleasure led. 
Until one day, in a quiet place, 

I met the Master, face to face. 



With station and rank and wealth jor my goal, 

Much thought for my body, but none for my soul, 

I had entered to win in life’s big race. 

When I met the Master, face to face. 

I had built my castles and reared them high, 

With their towers had pierced the blue of the sky, 

I had sworn to rule with an iron mace. 

When I met the Master, face to face. 

1 met Him and knew Him, and blushed to see 
That His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me. 

And I faltered and fell at His feet that day, 

While my castles melted and vanished away. 

Melted and vanished, and in their place 
Naught else did I see but the Master’s face. 

And I cried aloud, “Oh, make me meet 
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet!” 

My thought is now for the souls of men, 

I have lost my life to find it again, 

E’er since that day in a quiet place. 

When I met the Master, face to face. 

— Selected. 

The greatest hour in any person’s life is when he comes face to 
face with Jesus Christ and hears the Master’s call to the fellowship 
and service of His Kingdom. 

January 20 

“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: 
old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.” 

(2 Cor. 5:17.) 

"The Spirit itself beareth witness . . . , that we are the children 
of God.” (Rom. 8:16.) 

creature! The new birth! ‘Except a man be born 
again’— what does it mean? I cannot explain the mystery 
of birth, but what does it matter? Here is the child. I can- 
not explain the truth that something darting lilce a flash 
of lightning into the soul of that Oxford student ti*ans- 
formed his whole life, but, explained or unexplained, here is George 
Whitefield!” — Boreham. 

“In the evening I went very imwillingly to a society in Aldersgate 
Street, where one was reading Luther’s preface to the Epistle to the 
Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the 



change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt 
my heart ^rangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone, 
for salvation; and an assurance was given me, that He had taken 
away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and 
death.”— Uohn. Wesley’s Journal, May 24, 1738. 


And can it he that I should gain an interest in the Saviour’s blood? 
Died He for me, who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death 

Amazing love! how can it be that Thou, my Lord, shoulds’t die for 

Long my imprisoned spirit lay, fast hound in sin and nature’s night; 
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray; I woke; the dungeon flamed 
with light: 

My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and fol- 
lowed Thee. 

No condemnation now I dread, Jesus, with all in Him, is mine; 
Alive in Him, my living Head, and clothed in righteousness divine. 
Behold I approach the eternal throne, and claim the crown, through 
Christ, my own. 

—Charles Wesley (1707-1788). 

January 21 

“As the hart payiteth after the water brooks, so panteth my 
soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God . . 

(Psalm 42:1, 2.) 

there is in your heart this deep spiritual thirst, thank 
I God! It is the very beginning of the blessing you seek, and 
I already the Holy Spirit is at work preparing you for the 
I answer to your cry. 

Dr. A. B. Simpson relates the following story: 

“An eastern caravan was once overtaken in the desert with the 
failure of the supply of water. The accustomed fountains were all 
dried, the oasis was a desei't, and they halted an hour before sun- 
set after a day of scorching heat, to find that they were perishing 
for want of water. Vainly they explored the usual wells, for they 
were all dry. Dismay was upon all faces and despair in all hearts, 
when one of the ancient men approached the sheik and counselled 
him to unloose two beautiful harts that he was conveying home as 
a present to his bride, and let them scour the desert in search of 
water. Their tongues were protruding with thirst, and their bosoms 
heaving with distress. But as they were led out to the borders of 
the camp and set free on the boxmdless plain, they lifted up their 



heads on high, and sniffed the air with distended nostrils, and then, 
with unerring instinct, with a course as straight as an arrow and 
with speed as swift as the wind, they darted off across the desert. 
Swift horsemen followed close behind; an hour or two later they 
hastened back with the glad tidings ^at water had been found, and 
the camp moved with shouts of rejoicing to the happily discovered 

No instinct can be put in you by the Holy Spirit but one He pur- 
poses to fulfill. He who breathes into our hearts the heavenly hope 
will not deceive nor fail us when we press forward to its realization. 

Are you panting for a draught from some cool spring? Follow 
the “scent of water”! It will lead you to the heavenly springs. 

"All that I need is in Jesus! 

He satisfies! He satisfies!” 

January 22 

“Now the Lord had said unto Ahram, Get thee out of thy 
country, . , . unto a land that I will shew thee.” (Gen. 12: 1.) 

“God has guided the heroes and saints of all ages to do things 
which were ordinarily regarded by the commimity as ridiculous 
and mad. Have you ever taken any rislcs for Christ?” 

— Chas. E. Cowman 

“There’s no sense in going further — ifs the edge of cultivation.” 
So they said, and I believed it — broke my land and sowed my 
crop — 

Built my bams and strung my fences in the little border station — 
Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop. 

Till a voice, as had as conscience, rang interminable changes 
On one everlasting whisper, day and night repeated so: 
“Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the 

Something lost behind the Ranges, lost and waiting for you. Go!” 
Anybody might have found it, but — His whisper came to me! 

— Kipling. 

“It is impossible to be a hero in anything unless one is first a 
hero in faith.” 

“By faith they — ” (Today read the book of Hebrews, chapter 

Only those who see the invisible shall do exploits! 



January 23 

. . and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.” 

(Rev. 6:2.) 

the soul of youth there is this mysterious something, this 
inner and inescapable urge that malces them go forth on 
quests, and all youth are conscious of it; so they set the 
inner urge to tingling with their own purposes. Youth’s 
hour, youth’s chance has come. Let us venture forth, will- 
ing to take up the costly journey to the mountain top, above timber- 
line, of a new vision where we can see the sun rise upon a new 
world and catch a new vision of the glory that is to be in this, our 
Father’s world! 

What does this quest mean in the life of youth? Garibaldi knew 
what it was in the soul of his young red-shirted warriors when he 
said: “Follow me. I offer you hardship, suffering, wounds, and 
death.” Our Lord knew when He said: “Seek ye first the kingdom 
of God, aird his righteousness.” (Matt. 6: 33.) 

“. . . Go ye into all the world, and preach the Gospel to every 
creature.” (Mark 16; 15.) 

The time has come to make it a reality. The opportunity for the 
adult generation is rapidly passing away with every clock-tick of 
Father Time, Youth’s opportunity has come! Let us share to- 
gether the happy and adventurous path! 

Youth with his dream went forth, 

*T must conquer the world,” he said; 

Held in his hand a sword. 

Soon youth and his dream lay dead. 

Youth with his dream went forth, 

"Christ must rule oi’er the world,” he said; 

Held in his hand a Cross, 

And followed wherever the dream led. 

— Author Unknown. 

“By this sign we’ll conquer.” (Crusaders’ Watchword.) 

“ ‘So few men venture out heyond the blazed trail/ 

’Tis he who has the courage to go -past this sign 
That cannot in his mission fail. 

He will have left at least some mark behind 
To guide some other brave exploring mind.” 



January 24 

*‘And one cried unto another and said. Holy, holy, holy, is the 
Lord of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory/^ (Isa. 6: 3.) 

BOY went with his father to the zoo. He became so inter- 
ested in the monkeys that he refused to look at the beauti- 
ful birds, the graceful deer, or the powerful buffalo. When 
he returned home, he could talk only of the monkeys. Is 
it possible that we can go through life looking at so many 
trinkets and toys that we never notice God or His many blessings? 

"Tiwo men were looking at the sea — 

But one saw only quantity. 

The other soul was filled with awe, 

The handiwork of God is what he saw. 

*^And then the singing of a bird — 

A noise is all the first one heard. 

The other felt uplifted all day long, 

And loved the Lord more dearly for the song. 

Eyes see when opened by His touch, 

And ears unstopped can hear so much.” 

The poet Blake stood on the shore watching the sun rise out of 
the ocean. Sky and sea were brilliant with a million refracted rays. 
The s\m’s bright disk was just visible above the water when he 
noticed a man standing beside him. Blake turned in an ecstasy, 
and pointing to the rising sun, he cried, 

“Look! Look! What do you see?” 

“Oh,” returned the other, “I see something that looks like money 
— gold money. What do you see?” 

“I see the glory of God,” replied Blake, “and I hear a multitude 
of the heav^y host saying, ‘Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God 
Almighty.’ ” — Rev. A. W. Tozer. 

Joses, the brother of Jesus, plodded from day to day 
With never a vision within him to glorify his clay; 

Joses, the brother of Jesus, was one with the heavy clod, 

But Christ was the soul of rapture, and soared, like a lark, with 

Joses, the brother of Jesus, was only a worker in wood. 

And he never could see the glory that Jesus his brother could. 
*‘Why stays he not in the workshop,” he often used to complain, 
"Sawing the Lebanon cedar, imparting to woods their stain? 

Why must he go thits roaming, forsaking my father^s trade, 
While hammers are busily sounding, and there is gain to be made?” 
Thus ran the mind of Joses, apt with plummet and rule, 

And deeming whoever surpassed him either a knave or a fool — 


For he never walked with the prophets in God’s great garden of 

And of all the mistakes of the ages the saddest, methinks, was this: 
To have such a brother as Jesus, to speak with him day by day. 
Yet never to catch the vision which glorified his clay. 

—Harry Kemp. 

January 25 

*‘Let him know, that he which converteth the sinner from the 
error of his way, shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a 
multitude of sins.” (James 5:20.) 

MISSIONARY once wrote, “Out in India, in the mountains, 
I have heard in the twilight hour a call from the ridge 
below. Away through the stillness comes the call, and from 
the ridge above me comes a response. And then I hear, in 
a moment more, a faint call from a far ridge, away up and 
beyond, sounding almost like a distant echo. What did it mean? 
It meant that the man close above me was passing the word from 
the man below to the man beyond. The man below could never 
have reached the other man except for the man who stood on the 
middle ridge and passed the message on.” 

Christian youth! you stand on the middle ridge. To you has been 
committed the tremendous responsibility of reaching the youth on 
the ridge below. Thousands of them are within your reach every 
day, in the schooli’oom, the office and factory. They must be won 
for Christ. There is a youth down there who will never hear “the 
Man” up there, unless you become the youth on the middle ridge. 

Resolve this day to become a soul-winner! 

“Lord, lay some soul upon my heart, 

And love that soul through me; 

And may I htjmbly do my part 
To win that soul for Thee.” 

“And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firma- 
meiit; and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for 
ever and ever. (Daniel 12:3.) 

T will make you fishers of men, 
If you follow me.” 



January 26 

“Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in 
thy book all my members were written, which in continuance 
were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them” 

(Psalm 139:16.) 

gS not my life planned out for me by God? Are not my 
i times in His hand? Till the appointed hour strikes on the 
I clocks of heaven, ten thousand may fall at my right hand, 
I but it shall not come nigh me. Man in the center of God’s 
will is immortal till his work is done! God is concerned 
about my life. 

Thou art more than a clod; 

More than a rough-spun dress; 
More than a sheltering pod 
For a souVs homelessness; 

More than a fettered slave 
Bound to a master; 

Destined to fill a grave; 

Born to disaster. 

Thou art a thought of God; 

A long-planned implement. 
Designed to, fill His hand 
And made for His content. 

Angels with watchful eyes 
Have charge of thee. 

Lest uncouth hand should chip 
Thy frail mortality. 

Lest uncouth hand should chip 
The vase of clay; 

Or underling let slip 
The pitcher by the way. 

When thou art broken — when 
Thy lamp is lifted high. 

Will He who made thee, leave thee then. 

Or, heedless, put thee by? 

— Fay Inehfawn. 

. . Ye shall be a peculiar treasure unto me . . .” (Exod. 19: 5.) 

. . Children of God: And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, 
and joint-heirs with Christ, . . (Rom. 8; 16,17.) 



January 27 

“Let us go on unto perfection. . . " (Heb. 6:1.) 

^HE youth who resolves to concentrate on one important 
j objective and puts forth his best efforts day after day is 
I destined for real achievement. 

Ability to do one thing supremely well is better than to 
* possess a score of varied but half-used talents. 

You enhance your chances of successfully attaining your objec- 
tive when you take time to think out the best available means of 
pursuing it. 

Here are some suggestions that will help you to formulate a set 
of holy New Year’s resolutions for yourself: 

I resolve hy the grace of God: 

1. Never to judge others. 1 Cor. 4: 3-5. 

2. Never to ^scuss the faults and failures of absent ones. Prov, 


3. Never to divulge secrets. Prov. 11: 13. 

4. Never to repeat a matter. Prov. 17: 9. 

5. Rather to remain silent when there is nothing that I can say 

to another’s advantage, Titus 3:2. 

6. To set a watch upon my lips. Psalm 39: 1. 

7. Always to attribute the best motives. 1 Cor. 13: 7. 

8. To talk less and listen more. 

9. To take time to be friendly. 

10. To be uniformly courteous. 

11. To shun debt. 

12. To do an hour’s solid reading. 

13. To cultivate patience. 

14. That should I fail in any one of the above resolutions, to re- 

pent and confess it immediately, and if necessary, to ask an injured 
Isrother’s forgiveness. — Anon. 

“Choices are the hinges of destiny.” — Edwin Markham. 

January 28 

“. . . The people had a mind to work.” (Neh. 4:6.) 

were no shirkers or lazy workmen in Nehemiah’s 
. Every man could be depended upon to do his work 
md with all his heart. Laziness paralyzes the soul 
hie body and is a type of slow suicide. 

_ _ efuse to be lazy” wrote a noted university professor. 
“I refuse to be the slave of ease. I will so command my body that 
I shall, even at a great sacrifice, complete my plans. I cannot afford 
an hour of lassitude, I will study most careffilly how to rest and re- 



fresh myself, but I arise to declare that I am not a slave, ‘Father, 
teach me the power of self-mastery. Help me to train my body to 
serve perfectly Thy high purpose!’” 

God never called a lazy man 
To do a task for Him — 

He’s looking for the men who work 
With energy and vim. 

For men like that are sure to win 
A cause they undertake. 

He doesn’t want the lazy kind, 

He wants men wide awake. 

So if you’re called to do a task, 

To help Him right some wrong. 

You just he glad that you are called 

To help His cause along. — Edward H. Kessler. 

“In the morning when thou findest thyself unwilling to rise, con- 
sider thyself presently, if it is to go about a man’s work, that I am 
stirred up; or was I made for this, to lay me down and make much 
of myself in a warm bed.” — Mar<ms Aurelius. 

Sunshine and sleep have no inter-fitness. Moonlight and plough- 
ing are badly matched. 

The youth of the world who have reached the mountain summit 
were not pushed into their place of triumph; they worked their 
way there! 

January 29 

“Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel. . 

(Psalm 73: 24.) 

1 HERE are test hours which lead on to triumph or failure. 
Columbus had his supreme moment. What a calamity if 
he had wasted it! Washington had his hour which was 
freighted with tremendous import. Lincoln held his watch 
when destiny itself was in the tick. Luther with the Pope’s 
buE above the flames, and Knox before Queen Mary, were at mo- 
ments with an eternity in them. 

The battles of men and nations have often hung in the balance on 
a fraction of time. 

“I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt 
go: I will guide thee with mine eye.” (Psalm 32: 8.) 

Abraham Lincoln, during the Civil War, said: “I have been 
driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction 
that I had nowhere else to go. My own wisdom and that of all 
about me seemed insufficient for the day.” 

“When I was hemmed in, thou hast freed me often.” (Psalm 4: 1 



January 30 

“Whom having not seen, ye love: in whom, though now ye 
see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and 
full of glory" (1 Petei’ 1:8.) 

ROFESSOR DRUMMOND in his essay on “The Changed 
Life” tells of a young girl who practiced living in the pres- 
ence of Christ. Her perfect grace of character was the 
wonder of all who knew her. She wore on her neck a 
golden locket which no one was ever allowed to open. 
One day, in a moment of unusual confidence, one of her compan- 
ions was allowed to touch the spring and learn its secret. She saw 
written these words: “Whom not having seen, I love." 

The One altogther lovely, the mightiest of magnets! 

I have seen Jesus, and my heart is dead to all beside; 

I have seen J esus, and my wants are all supplied; 

I have seen Jesus, and my heart is satisfied, 

Satisfied with Jesus. 

— A. B. Simpson. 

Young hearts can offer love, pure as a limpid spring. Their sym- 
pathy is as responsive as the most sensitive haip and yields to the 
touch of the tenderest joy and grief. Their smiles in gladness are 
sweet as sunshine; their tears in sadness are gentle as the dew. All 
their nature is fresh and unabused; it is like the fresh green of the 
springtime before tire dust or the city grime has fallen upon it. 
Youth to the Master are as gracious streams and flowers of the field. 


“Show me Thy face — one transient gleam 
Of loveliness Divine, 

And I shall never think or dream > 

Of other love save Thine: 

All lesser light will darken quite. 

All lower glories wane. 

The beauty of earth will scarce 
Seem beautiful again. 

“Show me Thy face — my faith and love 
Shall henceforth fixed be. 

And nothing here have power to move 
My souVs serenity. 

My life shall seem a trance, a dream. 

And all I feel and see 
Illusive, visionary — Thou 
The one reality!" 

(May be sung to the tune of “Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes.”) 



January 31 

, .No man, having put his hand to the plough, and looking 

book, is fit for the kingdom of God” (Luke 9: 62.) 

disciples, asking themselves, “Is not sainthood for rare 
i elect souls and beyond the compass of our common 
y?” were tempted to go back from Christ. So, some of 
are tempted to take the lower road, thinking it more 
level to our powers, and we settle down into the second 
best! This is tlie tragedy of many youth. They have caught gleams 
of the summit of Mount Everest; now they are content to live be- 
low. The real victory of this life of ours is to keep on climbing to 
the end. God’s best is not for elect souls but for those who trust 
Him wholly. 

“A voice said ‘CLIMB.’ And he said, ‘How shall I climb? The 
mountains are so steep that I cannot climb.’ 

“The voice said, ‘CLIMB or DIE.’ 

“He said, ‘But how? I see no way up those steep ascents. This 
that is asked of me is too hard for me.’ 

“The voice said, ‘CLIMB or PERISH, soul and body of thee, mind 
and spirit of thee. There is no second choice for any son of man. 

“Then he remembered that he had read in the books of the 
bravest climbers on the hills of earth, that sometimes they were 
aware of the presence of a Companion who was not one of the 
earthly party of climbers on the motmtains. How much more cer- 
tain was the presence of his Guide as he climbed the high places 
of the Spirit! 

“And he remembered a word in the Book of Mountaineers that 
heartened him. ‘My soul is continually in my hand.’ It heartened 
him, for it told him that he was created to walk in precarious places, 
not on the easy levels of life.” 

— Amg Wilson Carmichael, in Figures of the True. 

“I’m going hy the upper road, for that still holds the sun, 

I’m climbing through nighfs pastures where the starry rivers runt 
If you should think to find me m my old dark abode, 

You’ll find this writing on the door, ‘He’s on the Upper Road.’” 

In “Roadmates,” by John Oxenham, are these lines: 

“So make we — all one company, 

Love’s golden chord our tether. 

And, come what may, we’ll climb the way 
Together — aye, together!” 



February 1 

. , And ye shall know that I am the Lord your God.” 

(Exod. 16:12.) 

. . And hereby we know that he abideth in us by the Spirit 

which he hath given us/’ (1 John 3:24.) 

really don’t know what you believe,” said a captious 
ce, summing up theological difficulties in a way which 
hjTper-critic considered unanswerable. 

But I know WHOM I have believed,” replied the young 
\...nristian quietly, to the utter confusion of the skeptic. We 
can be sure of God! 

What clean work the Lord makes of philosophy and “modem 
thought” when He puts His hand to it! He brings ttte fine appear- 
ance down to nothing; He utterly destroys the wood, hay, and stub- 
ble. “For it is written, I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and 
will bring to nothing the tmderstanding of the prudent.” (1 Cor. 
1: 19.) 

The humblest believer who has found Christ as his Saviour and 
Lord has an experience which neither men nor devils can over- 

Someone asked a young convert how he could believe the Bible 
was inspired. He said, “It inspires me!” That is a shortcut to in- 
spiration. I would doubt my existence as quickly as I would doubt 
the truth of that Book. — D. L. Moody. 

A foolish child can pull a flower to pieces, but it takes a God to 
form and paint a flower! Until a man can construct a book that 
equals the Bible, he would better let the Bible stand in its solitary 
grandeur and power . — David Gregg. 

February 2 

"Thou therefore endure hardnesS} as a good soldier of Jesm 
Christ.” (2 Tim. 2:3.) 

HERE are just two types of men in the world,” says Rob- 
ert Louis Stevenson. “The one tyj^ is represented by the 
Alpine cragsman who makes a trail to the heights, and as 
he makes his trail he plants his feet where it is safe for 
those who follow him to plant their feet also. So he 
mounts to the summit where the sky is clear, the horizons are far 
and spacious, and the air is vigorous and tonic. His blood runs 
red to the tips of his body, his lungs are full; he is Man at his best, 
both in his own achievement and as a guide. That is one type. 

“The other type is represented by a chemist I knew who dreaded 
catching cold. Therefore, he stayed in the house and wore a sliawl 
and tin shoes and dieted upon tepid milk. Round and round his 



little shop he thought only of himself — coddled himself. There 
were no horizons for him, no heights, no trail upward, no footsteps 
for others to use in their climbing toward the summits.” 

From prayer that asks that I may be 
Sheltered from winds that beat on me. 

From fearing when I should aspire, 

From faltering when I should climb higher. 

From silken self, O Captain, free 
Thy soldier who would follow Thee. 

From subtle love of softening things, 

From easy choices, weakenings. 

(Not thus are spirits fortified, 

Not this way went the Crucified.) 

From all that dims Thy Calvary, 

O Lamb of God, deliver me. 

Give me the love that leads the way. 

The faith that nothing can dismay, 

The hope no disappointments tire, 

The passion that will burn like fire. 

Let me not sink to be a clod: 

Make me Thy fuel. Flame of God. — Gold Cord, 

February 3 

‘‘Meditate upon these things; give thyself wholly to them; that 
thy profiting may appear to all." (1 Tim. 4: 15.) 

H F you have but ten or fifteen minutes night and morning, 
read God’s Word — and read it consecutively! In this way 
you get a grasp of the “whole coimsel of God.” But this is 
not Bible study! For this, fifteen minutes will not suffice. 
Try to get two or three hours as often as possible, and 
then sit down with your Bible, with yovu concordance, your text- 
book, a pen, ink, and a rxiler. Determine that you will not be di- 
verted from your purpose — and you may expect a feast of rich 
things! Don’t be impatient. Wait, and ponder, and pray. Compare 
Scripture with Scripture — ^and as you thus dig, God will unfold to 
you “precious things.”~S. M. 

“What a Book! Vast and wide as the world, rooted in the abysses 
of creation, and towering up behind the blue secrets of Heaven. 
Stmrise and sxxnset, promise and fulfillment, birth and death, the 
whole drama of humanity all in this Book!” — Heinrich Heine. 

Most men have forgotten the importance of Divine Revelation and 
have gone after fantastic fads for the satisfaction of their souls and 


the enlightenment of their minds. But we cling to the Bible — ^the 
road-lamp of the pilgrim and the guidmg chart of the Christian 

J entered the world’s great library doors, 

I crossed their acres of polished floors; 

I searched and searched their stacks and nodes, 

But I settled at last on the Book of books. 

I journeyed north, south, east, and west. 

An endless trail, a hopeless quest; 

At last, at last, I came to where 

Was a little, walled-in place of prayer. — W. A. C. 

February 4 

. . Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered 
into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for 
them that love him.” (1 Cor. 2:9.) 

OUTH has great possibilities. You remember the story of 
the German teacher who always reverently removed his 
hat before a company of yoimg people, “not knowing,” he 
said, “what future great man might be among Idiem.” 
Possibilities! Makers of future history! 

Do you, yoxmg people, ever sit down in the quiet and think, 
deeply and seriously, about your life — what it is, what wondrous 
powers are sleeping in your brain, in your heart, in your hands — 
think what you may become, what you may do in this world? 

If you have never sat down before to look at your life, to think of 
its almost endless possibilities, you have not begun to live. Yes, 
youth is glorious! 

But Christian young life, given to Christ and touched by His hand 
and set apart in holy consecration to be His alone for time and eter- 
nity — who can paint its glory, its possibilities, its destiny! 

Be strong! 

We are not here to play, to dream, to drift; 

We have hard work to do, and loads to lift. 

Shun not the struggle; face it. 

’Tis God’s gift. 

Be strong! 

Say not the days are evil — who’s to blame? 

And fold the hands and acquiesce — 0 shame! 

Stand up, speak out, and bravely. 

In God’s name. 



Be strong! 

It matters not how deep entrenched the wrong. 

How hard the battle goes, the day how long, 

Faint not, fight on! 

Tomorrow comes the song. 

— Malthie D. Babcock. 

February 5 

“Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to 
stand against the wiles of the devil.” (Eph. 6:11.) 

“Lest Satan should get an advantage of us: for we are not 
ignorant of his devices.” (2 Cor. 2:11.) 

T Sr Indian fable relates that Brahma inquired of the Spirit 
of Power, “What is stronger than thou?” and he replied, 
“Cunning.” In wickedness, however, we have strength 
and cleverness, passion and policy, the wrath of the lion 
and the subtlety of the serpent. 

The kingdom of evil reveals genius as well as energy. The Chi- 
nese proverb asks, “What would not the lion do if he were the 
monkey also?” But in evil the Hon is the monkey also, the force of 
the one being combined with the craft of the other. 

Marianne North, writing about the forests of Brazil, speaks of the 
trees as being decorated with “spider-webs, green, gold, or silver, 
glittering in Sie morning sim, often spangled with diamond dew.” 
The worst spider (Satan) knows how to weave seductive webs for 
youth! See those palaces of passion at the street comer — mirrors, 
music, maidens! 

When the mad Queen of Mexico escaped from her prison, her 
anxious attendants, remembering her passion for roses, strewed 
roses along roads, and soon the poor Queen was lured back. The 
pleasures of sin have lured many to an evil destination, (Heb, 
11; 25.) 

“Yield not to temptation. 

For yielding is sin; 

Each victory will help you 
Some other to win; 

Fight manfully onward. 

Dark passioais subdue; 

Look ever to Jesus, 

He will carry you through. 

“Ask the Saviour to help you. 
Comfort, strengthen, and keep you; 
He is willing to aid you. 

He will carry you through.” 


February 6 

"I am the vine, ye are the “branches: He that abideth in me, 
and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without 
me ye can do nothing/’ (John 15; 5.) 

] UR influence with our fellow men in public will always be 
in exact proportion to the depth of our hidden life with 
God in secret. It is not what we say, not what we do; it is 
what we are that tells, or rather what Christ is in us. 
Make room for Christ in your heart, and you need not ad- 
vertise it. It will be noised that He is in the house. 

We cannot say to oui’selves too often that Christianity is a per- 
sonal experience. One evening in. a West Point delegation at the 
Northfield Student Conference, conversation fell on serious lines, 
and one of the men threw tins question into the circle: “What is 
Christianity, anyway?” After a long pause one of the cadets gave 
this answer: “Oscar Westover.” Exactly! I do not know who he 
was, only that he was one of the cadets living a kind of life so that 
when the boys thought of Christianity they defined it in terms of 
him. That is the only way you ever can define it. It is “Oscar West- 
over.” It is not a creed, nor an organization, nor a ritual. These are 
important, but they are secondary. They are the leaves; they are 
not the roots. They are the wires; they are not the message. The 
thing itself is life; it is “Oscar Westover.” 

This I learned from the shadow of a tree, 

Which to and fro did sway against a wall. 

Our shadow selves, our influence may fall 

Where we can never be. 


One such example is worth more to earth than the stained tri- 
umplis of ten thousand Caesars. 

February 7 

"... I will not give to the Lord that which costs me nothing. 

. (2 Samuel 24:24, Trans.) 

f Mary was selecting a gift for her Lord, she did not 
I decide upon the cheapest box of perfume which would an- 
I swer. We can imagine her inquiring as the different quali- 
Ities were brought out if they had anything better, until 
®the merchant finally showed her the alabaster box, ex- 
plaining: ‘This is the finest thing in the market — ^but it is very 
expensive! The price is three hrmdred pence.’ 

“ ‘Never mind,’ said Mary, ‘it is none too good for Jesus!’ And 
she took it home and broke it at the Master’s feet, and the perfume 
of it is spreading still, though losing none of its sweetness.” 



Christ wants the best. He in the far-off ages 
Once claimed the firstling of the flock, the finest of the wheat, 
And still He asks His own with gentlest pleading 
To lay their highest hopes and brightest talents at His feet. 

He’ll not forget the feeblest service, humblest love; 

He only asks that of our store we give to Him 
The best we have. 

Christ gives the best. He takes the hearts we offer, 

And fills them with His glorious beauty, joy and peace; 

And in His service as we’re growing stronger. 

The calls to great achievements still increase. 

The richest gifts for us on earth, or in the heavens above. 

Are hid in Christ. In Jesus we receive 
The best we have. 

And is our best too much? O friends, let us remember 
How once our Lord poured out His soul for us. 

And in the prime of His mysterious manhood 
Gave up His precious life upon the cross, 

The Lord of lords, by whom the worlds were made, 

Through hitter grief and tears gave us 

The best He had. — Selected. 

February 8 

'‘But without faith it is impossible to please him: ... he is a 
rewarder of them that diligently seek him.” (Heb. 11:6.) 

YOU want your faith to grow, there are four rules that 
you must adopt. First, be willing to have a great faith. 
When men say they cannot believe, ask, “Are you willing 
believe?” because if the will is toward faith, the Holy 
Ghost will produce a great faith. Second, use the faith 
you have; the child with its slender arm muscles, will not be able 
to wield the sledgehammer unless he begins step by step to use them. 
Do not, therefore, stand on the boat’s edge and wait to be able to 
swim a mile, but throw yourself out from its side into the water 
and swim a yard or two; for it is in these smaller efforts that you 
are to be prepared for the greater and mightier exploits. Third, be 
sure to put God between yourself and circumstances. Everything 
depends on where you put God. Fourth, live a life of daily obedi- 
ence to God’s will. Observe these rules and your faith will grow. 

— F. B. Meyer. 

Faith cannot grow in the atmosphere of doubt. 


Ye children of promise, who are awaiting your call to glory, take 
possession of the inheritance that now is yours. By faith take the 



promises. Live upon them, not upon emotions. Remember feeling 
is not faith. Faith grasps and clings to the promises. Faith says, “I 
am certain, not because feeling testifies to it, but because God says 
it.” — Mandeville. 

“Our unbelief ties the hands of His omnipotence.” 

All the scholastic scaffolding falls, as a ruined edifice, before one 
single word — ^faith! — Napoleon 1. 

February 9 

"Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that 
come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make interces- 
sion for them" (Heb. 7:25.) 

H ENDELL PHILLIPS was asked: “Did you ever make a 
consecration of yourself to God?” 

“Yes,” he replied, “when I was a boy fourteen years of 
age I heard a sermon on the theme, ‘You Belong to God,’ 
and I went home after the sermon and locking the door, 
threw myself on the floor in my room, and said: ‘God, I belong to 
you! Take what is Thine own. I ask but this, that whenever a 
thing is right, it take no courage to do it; that whenever a thing be 
wrong, it may have no power of temptation over me.’ So,” said Mr. 
Phillips, “has it ever been with me since that night.” 

Are we not ready now to look up into Christ’s face and from the 
heart say to Him, “Christ, I belong to Thee altogether, for time, for 
eternity. I ask that whatever it may be my duty to do I may do 
without question, without hesitation; and that whatsoever I may 
see wrong I may not even be tempted to do.” 

“The great consecrations of life are apt to come suddenly without 
warning; while we are patiently and faithfully keeping sheep in the 
wilderness, the messenger is hurrying toward us with the vial of 
sacred oil to make us kings.” 

Now I belong to Jesus, 

And Jesus belongs to me; 

Not for the years of time alone. 

But for eternity. — Youth Chorus. 

“In whom ye also trusted, after that ye heard the word of truth, 
the gospel of your salvation: in whom also after that ye believed, ye 
were sealed with that holy Spirit of promise, Which is the earnest of 
our inheritance until the redemption of the purchased possession, 
unto the praise of his glory.” (Eph. 1: 13, 14.) 


February 10 

*‘2?emember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while 
the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou 
shalt say, I have no pleasure in tfiem.” (Eccl. 12:1.) 

H DUTH is a time of accomplishment. Much has been 
achieved in our world by yoimg men and young women, 
and many of the great deeds of our time will be done by 
the youth of today. 

Most of you who read these lines at the beginning of 
this new year are in the morning of life, which is much like the 
dawn of day — “full of purity and imagery and harmony.” You are 
well and strong and have no aches and pains. You are full of cour- 
age and hope and are surrounded with more opportunities than ever 
offered themselves to any other generation which has ever lived. 
The pages of history are filled with the records of the accomplish- 
ments of the great and good and wise and mighty, and these are 
largely the doings of youth. 

Benjamin Franklin was writing for publication at sixteen. 

At twenty-two George Whitefield was one of the world’s greatest 

Dwight L. Moody was preaching at eighteen, and Charles Spur- 
geon at sixteen. 

William Cullen Bryant wrote “Thanatopsis” at eighteen. Eobert 
Southey was famous at the same age. John Milton wrote one of his 
best poems at the age of twenty-two. 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was professor of modem languages 
at nineteen, a much-loved poet at twenty-sbc. 

Eobert Burns was a gifted writer at sixteen. 

William Gladstone belonged to the House of Lords at twenty- 

Demosthenes was the greatest orator of old Greece at twenty-five. 

Solomon at eighteen began a reign which was marked by wealth 
and wisdom. 

There is no time like the present. Begin now! 

Said Sir Walter Scott, “The three greatest letters in the English 
alphabet are — N-O-W.” 

“Behold, now is the accepted time,” 



February U 

. A wise man , . . huUt his house upon a rock: And the 
rain descended, and the fioods came, and the winds blew, and 
beat upon that house; and it jell not: for it was founded upon 
a rock/’ (Matt. 7:24, 25.) 

Be true to yourself at the start, young man. 

Be true to yourself and God; 

Ere you build your house, mark well the spot. 

Test all the ground, and build you not 
On the sand or the shaking sod. 

Dig, dig the foundation deep, young man. 

Plant firmly the outer wall; 

Let the props be strong and the roof be high. 

Like an open turret toward the sky, 

Through which heaven’s dews may fall. 

Let this be the room of the soul, young mavr- 
When shadows shall herald care, 

A chamber with never a roof or thatch 

To hinder the light — or door or latch 
To shut in the spirifs prayer! 

Build slow and sure; ’Us for life, young man, 

A life that outlives the breath; 

For who shall gainsay the Holy Word? 

“Their works do follow them,” said the Lord, 

Therein there is no death. 

Build deep, and high, and broad, young man, 

As the needful case demands; 

Let your title-deeds be clear and bright, 

Till you enter your claim to the Lord of Light, 

For the “house not made with hands.” 

— Moody Monthly (used by permission). 

February 12 

"Be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.” 

(Eph. 6:10.) 

to be different! Dare to stand alone. Dare to stand 
)r your convictions even though the crowd may move 
le body the other vray. 

.e deciding factor for the Christian is not what does a 

lin hero think or do, or even what do all the others 

say and do, but rather what would Jesus Christ, my Saviour, have 
me do? Every decision for our Christian youth today should be 



faced in the light of these two questions: (1) Will this bring me 
closer to Chi-ist? (If not, it shoiild be out of my life.) (2) Will it 
help me to win others for Christ? (Every possibility of being an 
offense or a stumbling-block to someone else must be out.) 

A cross-bearing Christianity is necessary for our comfortable 
hero-worshipping age. Today Jesus Christ says to high school 
Christian young people: “If any man will come after me, let him 
deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me.” 

Do not misunderstand this cross carrying. To carry the cross is 
not to create suffering for oxnrselves by our own stubborn self-will. 
It is not to make ourselves obnoxious merely for the sake of be- 
coming objects of persecution. But the cross is the price we often 
must pay that the will of God can he done in our lives. Sometimes 
high school young people in this day must pay such a price if they 
dare to be different and follow in the footsteps of Jesus Christ. 

Jesus Christ, our Saviour and Lord, is the great Hero that our 
young people need to worship and adore today. He died on the 
cross for youth that their hearts might be made clean in His blood. 
He came to give purpose to their living. In Christ alone our youth 
can reach their destiny of eternal glory. 

Young people, dare to be seeming fools for the sake of Christ! 
Dare to stand up for your convictions. With the weapon of God’s 
living Word, the Sword of the Spirit, dare to be a crusader for 
Christ. Dare to carry your cross. Be a Christian with real verte- 
brae. Only in the power that God gives you through Christ, your 
Saviour, can you dare to be different. The world desperately needs 
such youth of faith today. — Oscar C. Hansen. 

“Must Jesus bear the Cross alone?” 

February 13 

“Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying. Whom shall I 
send, and who will go for vs? Then said I, Here am I, send me.’* 
(Isa. 6:8.) “I will go!” (Fenton’s trans.) 

IHERE was once a day of crisis in Jerusalem, for Uzziah, 
jthe father of his people, the great statesman on whose 
I wisdom they had leaned, was dead. It was 

"As when a kingly cedar green with houghs 
Goes down with great shout upon the hills, 

And leaves a lonesome place against the sky,” 

! everyone felt lost! That day a young man (Isaiah) , bewildered 
like the rest, went to the Temple to beseech God to raise up someone 
on whom they could lean. He heard the Voice of God saying, 
“Whom shall I send and who will go for us?” It was as though God 
was saying to him, “And why not you?” This came as a sudden and 
unexpected question! — and fhe man gazed astounded, hardly ci-edit- 
lag his own heart; yet finding it was said in earnest, he rose to his 
feet, dazed but obedient, saying: “Here am I; send me!” 



Attd today God may be saying to you, why not you? And you? 
And you? Christ needs you; Christ appeals to you; Christ follows 
you, entreating for your help! God made you for the work of your 
own generation. Don’t throw away your chance! 

Your choice is brief and yet endless, — Carlyle. 

The Summons 
Set my heart aflame — 

I heard God calling 
And I came! 

— Edwin Osgood Grover. 

February 14 

“The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right 

hand.^’ (Psalm 121:5.) 

YOUNG Christian girl obtained employment in a shop 
make a tremendously brave stand, for her 
colleagues were not Christians. In this environment of 
worldliness and bad language, she was compelled ever 
to be on her guard. 

At one time she was a little fearful that she would fall into their 
habits or xmconsciously let an unchristianlike word escape her lips. 
But as the days went by she found there was no desire whatever in 
her heart to enter into their ways. It puzzled her greatly that she 
could live under such conditions and not be contaminated. One day 
to an older Christian she expressed her pleasure in being kept pure 
under such circumstances. This was the explanation given her. 

“However much a dove may grovel in the filth and mire of earth 
it is never contaminated. It always retains its purity and whiteness. 
The reason is that there is a continual flow of oil through the dove’s 
wings, which acts as a perpetual cleanser.” 

As the dove is kept pure in that manner so are we kept pure from 
the vileness of sin by the continual cleansing of the oil of the Holy 
Spirit, So many young Christians just starting out on the journey 
of life fear they will be led away from the Christian’s pathway. Ban- 
ish that fear, in your perfect love for Christ. Remember — God is 
not only a God that can save, but a God that can keep! What a com- 
forting thought! 

Pray the prayer of David: “Lord, keep me as the apple of Thine 
eye,” guided and protected from all evil. Whatever your circum- 
stances, have courage, for we are kept by the power of God, through 
faith. — Gertrude Hale. 

Kept, as chaste as unsurm’d snow.” — Shakespeare. 


February 15 

. And they blew the trumpets, and brake the pitchers . . . 

(Juciges 7:19.) 

England in early times lighted lanterns were hung in 
some of the church steeples at night, and others in front 
of dwelling houses. The watchman going his rounds called 
out, "Hang out your light!” And this is the call of Christ! 
“Let your light shine! Let the world know by your actions 
and words that you are My follower!” An unlighted lantern hung 
out in those days of old was as effective in guiding a traveler along 
the road as is many a one in these days who has talcen the name of 
Christian and yet is unlighted. A follower of Christ who is not 
making his presence felt for good is a failure. 

The cry of the Church today, “Pitchers for the Lamps of God!” 

A lamp once hung in an ancient town 
At the comer of a street. 

There the wind was keen, and the way was dark, 

And the rain would often beat. 

And all night long its light would shine 
To guide the travelers’ feet. 

The lamp was rough and plain and old. 

And the storm had beaten it sore; 

’Twas not a thing one would care to show, 

Whate’er it had been before, 

But no one thought what the lantern was, 

’Twos the light that within it bore. 

The lamp is a text for young and old, 

Who seek, in a world of pride. 

To shine for their Lord and to show Him forth 
And never their light to hide. 

You are the lantern, a thing of Tiaught, 

But Christ is the Light inside. 


Where are the youth whose hearts are not captivated, entranced, 
thrilled when listening to the story of Gideon and his three hun- 
dred! (Judges, 7th chapter). What strange weapons were em- 
ployed! Ordinary earthenware lamps, which, when shattered, re- 
vealed a glowing light within! What does the story reveal to the 
youth of today? Your calling from God and your mission upon 
earth— to reflect the light! “I am the true light,” said Jesus. May 
you ever keep in mind that you are but the “borrowed glow” of 
the True Light, and that His treasure is in earthen vessels— the 
light is within! 



February 16 

. . For thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, 

and hast not denied my name” (Rev. 3:8.) 

HT a noon hour recently a minister was walking along 
I Madison Square, New York, where a number of street 
I meetings can always be found in session. He came across 
I a group of extraordinary size, to which a spealcer, 
mounted on a box, was airing his religious views. He was 
shouting at the top of his voice: “There is no God! — and there 
never was a God! 1 dare anyone here to stand up on this hose and 
prove that there’s a God!” 

The speaker flung the taunt at the crowd: “God hasn’t a friend 
among you!” 

A fresh young voice rang out: “YES, HE HAS!” A young lad 
elbowing his way through the center of the throng was welcomed 
by his challenger and asked to state his proofs. 

The young lad, throwing back his head and straightening his 
shoulders, began: “This man here says that there ain’t no God. 
He tells an untruth! I know there IS a God! He says that God 
hasn’t a friend in this crowd. He tells an untruth! I am a friend of 
God! He says that no one can prove that there is a God. Again he 
tells an untruth, and I can prove it. God is in here right now,” he 
said as he put his hand on his heart; “HE LIVES! He lives in ME! 
I hear His voice saying to me right now, ‘Don’t let that man put 
such lies over on this crowd!’” 

It was truly a dramatic scene! In one solitary moment the leader- 
ship had passed from this blatant unbeliever to the boy of faith 
and vision! The infidel orator was unable to recapture his crowd. 

Someone in the crowd started to sing the old familiar hymn 
“Nearer My God to Thee.” The minister said, “It swelled from lip 
to lip, until a mighty chorus rolled up against the great tower, and 
broke in a benediction upon every heart!” 

Youth is on the march! And these young friends of Jesus are 
coming to His defense now — openly and fearlessly — and are becom- 
ing His witnesses in this, their generation! 

February 17 

“. . . Changed. . . (2 Cor. 3:18.) 

PRESUME everybody has known saints whose lives were 
just radiant. Joy beamed out of their eyes; joy bubbled 
over their lips; joy seemed to fairly run from their finger- 
tips. You could not come in contact with them without 
having a new light come into your own life. They were 
like electric batteries charged with joy. 

If you look into the eyes of such radiantly happy persons— not 



those people who are sometimes on the mountain top, and some- 
times in the valley, but those who are always radiantly happy- — 
you will find that every one is a man or a woman who spends a 
great deal of time alone with God in prayer. God is the source of 
all joy, and if we come into contact with Him, His infinite joy comes 
into our lives. 

Would you like to be a radiant Christian? You may be! Spend 
time in prayer. You cannot be a radiant Christian in any other 
way. Why is it that prayer in the name of Christ malces one radi- 
antly happy? It is because prayer makes God real. The gladdest 
thing upon earth is to have a real God! I would rather give up 
anything I have in the world, or anything I ever may have, than 
give up my faith in God! You cannot have vital faith in God if you 
give all your time to the world and to secular affairs, to reading 
the newspapers and to reading literature, no matter how good it is. 
Unless you take time for fellowship with God, you cannot have a 
real (^d. If you do take time for prayer you will have a real, living 
God, and if you have a living God you will have a radiant life. 

— Dr. R. A. Torvey. 

Of all the lights you carry in your face, 

Joy will reach the farthest out to sea. 

— H. W. Beecher. 

February 18 

*‘Who is this that cometh . . . perfumed. ...7” 

(Song of Solomon 3: 6.) 

W Sargodha, India, there grows a shrub with exquisite per- 
1 fume. Sometimes on summer evenings I had occasion to 
I pass that way. Nothing in the surroundings was attractive, 
I only barrenness and ugliness, mud walls that emitted heat, 
but when I would get a whiff of this plant’s fragrance I 
Would seem to be cooled and refreshed. 

In Eumania there is a certain valley where nothing is grown but 
roses for the Vienna mai’ket, and the perfume of that valley in the 
time of the rose crop is such that if you go into it for a few min- 
utes, wherever you go the rest of the day people know you have 
been there. You carry some of the jfragrance of it away with you. 

“One day a wanderer found a lump of clay so redolent of sweet 
perfume its odors scented all the room. From whence this won- 
drous perfume? — Say! Friend, if the secret I disclose, I have been 
dwelling with the rose. Sweet parable! And will not those who 
love to dwell with Sharon’s rose distill sweet perfume all around, 
though low and mean themselves are found?”— -A Persian Fable. 

“Christ . . . hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice 
to God for a sweetsmelling savour.” 



This fragrance is for us to receive and pass on to others. God is 
ready to make manifest through us the savour of His knowledge 
in evei*y place we go. 

No matter how little natural winsomeness and attractiveness we 
may have, if we abide in the presence of our Lord, we shall mani- 
fest His beauty and His fragrance. 

Mary, doubtless, anointed the Lord’s feet quietly and inconspic- 
uously, but the house was filled with the odour of the ointment. 

February 19 

.. He is altogether lovely. . . (Song of Solomon 5:16.) 

aHAT a glorious fact it is that there is one life that can be 
1 held up before the eyes of humanity as a perfect pattern! 
I There were lips that never spoke unkindness, that never 
I uttered an untruth; there were eyes that never looked 
aught but love and purity and bliss; there were arms that 
never closed against wretchedness or penitence; there was a bosom 
which never throbbed with sin, nor ever was excited by unholy 
impulse; there was a Man free from all imdue selfishness, and whose 
life was spent in going about doing good. 

There was One who loved all mankind, and who loved them more 
than Himself, and who gave Himself to die that they might live; 
there was One who went into the gates of death, that the gates of 
death might never hold us in; there was One who lay in the grave, 
with its dampness, its coldness, its chill, and its horror, and taught 
humanity how it might ascend above the grave; there was One 
who, though He walked on earth, had His conversation in heaven, 
who took away the curtain that hid immortality from view, and 
presented to us the Father God in all His glory and in all His love. 

Such an One is the standard held up in the Church of Christ. The 
Church rallies round the Cross and gathers around Jesus; and it is 
because He is so attractive, and lovely, and glorious, that they are 
coming from the ends of the earth to see the salvation of God. 

— Bishop Matthew Simpson. 

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 
Upon the Saviour^s brow; 

His head with radiant glories crowned, 

His lips with grace o’erfiow. 

Since from His bounty I receive 
Such proofs of love divine, 

Had I a thousand hearts to give. 

Lord, they should all he Thine. 

— Thomas Hastings. 



February 20 

. . My speech shall distil as the dew . . (Dent. 32: 2.) 

is a beauty of language, just as there is a beauty of 
There is a harmony of words, just as there is a haX" 
of sky and stars, green foliage, and crystal waters, 
is a delicacy of speech, just as there is a delicacy of 

n the masterpiece on canvas, in the shimmer of light 

on the dewdrop, in the semi-transparent petal of the woodland 

Beautiful natm'e is the robe of God, woven on the loom of His 
everlasting word. 

The beautiful word, placed in the depths of mind, beautifies the 
language of life. Kind words, firm words, tender words, righteous 
words, loving words, draw on these elements of God, bringing them 
to bloom in human life, as the wick draws the oil and produces 

The beautiful word makes beautiful faces, beautiful manners, 
beautiful lives. — Selected. 


Keep a watch on your words, my darlings. 

For words are wonderful things; 

They are sweet, like the bees^ fresh honey, 

Like the bees, they have terrible stings. 

They can bless like the warm, glad sunshine. 

And brighten a lonely life; 

They can cut, in the strife of anger. 

Like an open, two-edged knife. 

May peace guard your lives, and ever 
From the time of your early youth. 

May the words that you daily utter 
Be the words of beautiful truth. 

— Selected. 

Select your words as you would choice flowers for a friend. Be 
a model in the art of fine speech. 

“Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my 
lips.” (Psalm 141:3.) 

“Iiet the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be 
acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, ray strength, and my redeemer.” 
(Psalm 19:14.) 



February 21 

, . His praise shall continually be in my mouth.” 

(Psalm 34:1.) 

“1 heard a joyous strain — 

A lark on a leafless bough 
Sat singing in the rain,” 

i HEARD him singing early in the morning. It was hardly 
light! I could not understand that song; it was fairly a 
lilt of joy. It had been a portentous night for me, full of 
dreams Aat did disturb me. Old things that I had hoped 
to forget, and new things that I had prayed could never 
come, trooped through my dreams like grinning little bare-faced 
imps. Certainly I was in no humor to sing. What could possess that 
feUow out yonder to be telling the whole township how joyous he 
was? He was perched on the rail fence by the spring nm. He was 
drenched. It had rained in the night, and evidently he had been 
poorly housed. I pitied him. What comfort could he have had 
through that night bathed in the storm? He never thought of 
comfoi't. His song was not bought by any such duplicity. It was in 
his heart! Then I shook myself. The shame that a lark has finer 
poise than a man! — Rev. G. A. Leichliter, M.A., BJD. 

“I heard a bird at break of day 
Sing from the autumn trees 
A song so musical and calm. 

So full of certainties. 

No man, I think, could listen long 
Except upon his knees. 

Yet this was hut a simple bird 
Alone among dead trees.” 

“Nothing can break you as long as you sing.” 

February 22 

“Neither give place to the devil.” (Eph. 4:27.) 

] ARE never to leave a vacant place for the devU. He is 
I always on the lookout for the empty moment, the unoccu- 
I pied circumstance, in which he can obtain a foothold and 
I begin his nefarious work. Our only safety is to fill every- 
* thing with holy purpose and achievement; to fill it so full 
of God that there is no room left for the foe. 

When we delay the performance of a duty we are giving place 
to the devil. When we say to the Lord, in answer to His command, 
“Suffer me first to . . we are offering the unfilled place to the 
devil. He loves the delays of Christians, their dilatoriness, their 


reluctance, their postponements and adjournments, because in the 
vacant hours he builds his own abode. If my brother has aught 
against me and I delay the rectification of the wrong, the wrong is 
aggravated and embittered, for the devil has used the delay to ex- 
tend his evil dominion. 

When we do our duty halfheartedly we offer the other half as a 
place for the devil. He loves the halfhearted, for they always pro- 
vide him a home. They offer only a room or two to the Lord, and 
he takes the rest for himself. So tliat even our partial consecra- 
tions give him a foothold, and he uses it to extend his boundaries. 
A maimed discipleship always offers chances to the devil, and he 
leaps at the smallest chance. Give him an inch, he will begin his 
work as though he had a mile, and a mile he soon will have! Give 
him an empty port, and soon he will have a country. Only let him 
land, and he will never rest till his invasion is complete. — J. H. J. 

Break up, oh, break up the font, my God, and stir the soul of me, 
As I have seen Thee loose Thy loinds and stir the mighty sea. 
When calm is settling over my life, and listlessly I strive. 

Tear loose the bonds that hind me, Lord, and shake my soul alive. 

— Dr. William L. Stidger. 

February 23 

“Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus 
Christ." (2 Tim. 2:3.) 

®ADY ASQUITH wrote a book called Memoirs in which she 
I tells a story about the time when she was a little girl. She 
I used to ride a pony across the wide expanse of fields that 
I belonged to her father’s estate. One day under the arch 
of a bridge she got off her pony and found a tramp sit- 
ting there. She asked him, “How do you decide which way to go?” 
He said, “I always go with the wmd at my back.” That is the way 
the vagabonds do; the vagabonds always want the wind at their 
hacks. You put a kite up in the air and, if you could hear it, it 
would probably say, “Oh, let me go, I want to ride with the wind; 
I hate to be tied.” But if you let the wind get at its back instead 
of in its face what will happen to the kite? Down it will go into 
the swamp! That is what happens to the things that always run 
with the wind. They never climb. But the string that you hold 
in your fingers, holding the kite’s face to the wind, makes it rise, 
and it is the wind in yoxir face that lifts you! 

It is the wind in your face that brings the blood into your cheeks, 
running red and vigorous all through your body. Then life becomes 
strong, and you have power to do and dare. Stand up bravely 
facing the wind! 



Let me hut walk with my face to the wind, 

Keen though it he, and strong; 

Let my way lead up the hill all the while, 

Rough though the path, and long. 

— Irene Brock McElberen. 

February 24 

. . Quit you like men, he strong'* (1 Cor. 16:13.) 


The tree that never had to fight 
For sun and sky and air and light. 

That stood out in the open plain 
And always got its share of rain. 

Never became a forest king. 

But lived and died a scrubby thing. 

The man who never had to toil 
To heaven from the common soil. 

Who never had to win his share 
Of sun and sky and light and air. 

Never became a manly man. 

But lived and died as he began. 

Good timber does not grow in ease; 

The stronger wind, the tougher trees; 

The farther sky, the greater length; 

The more the storm, the more the strength; 

By sun and cold, by rain and snows. 

In tree or man, good timber grows. 

Where thickest stands the forest growth 
We find the patriarchs of both; 

And they hold converse with the stars 
Whose broken branches show the scars 
Of many winds and of much strife — 

This is the common law of life. 

— Douglas Malloch. 

The cedar braves all storms and grows near the eternal snows, 
the Lord Himself filling it with a sap which keeps its heart warm 
and its boughs strong. “Lord, so let it be with me, I pray Thee!” 

“Be like the pine on the hilltop, alone in the wind for God. There 


is a curious comfort in remembering that the Father depends upon 
His child not to give way. It is inspiring to be trusted with a hard 
thing. You never ask for summer breezes to blow upon your tree. 
It is enough that you are not alone upon the hill.” 

February 25 

“Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to 
present you faultless before the presence of his glory with ex- 
ceeding joy.” (Jude 24.) 

PAUL S. REES, yo\mg American evangelist, has used 
;ese apt illustrations: 

“I grew up in Southern California, where one of the 
miliar trees is the pepper. Now a pepper tree may not 
among the prettiest of which California can boast, but 
it is unquestionably one of the cleanest. Its small leaves exude a 
substance that makes it well-nigh impossible for dust and dirt to 
stick to them. Dust may fiU the atmosphere about them, but it will 
not cling, thanks to a secret which the Creator has put within the 
tree itself. If that pepper tree could talk to God, it might be heard 
to say: ‘Dear God, I do not ask that you take me where there is no 
dust; I only ask that you keep me from its soiling and bedraggling 
effect.’ And God does it. 

“Here is a lotus flower — easily one of the loveliest creations in 
the world of natural beauty. Its delicate hue and spotless texture 
make you gasp in admiration. But look at its setting! What a con- 
trast! Muck and mire and scxnn are all aroimd it. How cair it be 
so chastely and exquisitely beautiful in a setting like that? That 
answer obviously is that it has a life within it that enables it to 
push its stem up through oozy muck and scummy water, and blos- 
som, not because of the filth but in spite of it, with a splendor 
worthy of the onlookmg angels. If flowers talk to God, as they 
must in their own way, then that lotus must be saying: ‘Dear God, 
I do not ask that you plant me where there are no ill-smelling 
weeds or foul water; I only ask that you keep alive within me that 
vitality which lives where death abounds and blooms in beauty 
where ugliness runs riot.’ And God hears that prayer!” 

Chastity, whiter than new snow on a raven’s back. — Shakespeare. 

“If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in 
hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning, 
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy 
hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. (Psalm 139: 8-10.) 

“I pray not that thou shouldest take them out of the world, hut 
that thou shouldest keep them from the evil.” (John 17:15.) 


February 26 

. . No man should be moved by these afflictions: ... we 
are appointed thereunto^ (1 Thess. 3:3.) 

ALXj like the sunshine, but the Arabs have a proverb 
aw^fflthat “all sunshine makes a desert,” and it is a matter of 
M M common observation that the graces of Christian living 
ai-e more often apparent in the cases of those who have 
passed through tidbulation. God desires to get as rich 
crops as possible from the soil of our natures. There are certain 
plants of the Chi’istian life, such as meekness, gentleness, kind- 
ness, and humility, which cannot come to perfection if the sun of 
prosperity always shines. The dark things in life become the 
ground-bed of everlasting flowers. 

All the early life of Paderewski was a heart-bi-eaking struggle. 

Credit for the discovery of an antidote for one of the world’s 
most deadly poisons, cyanide of potassium, goes to tall, blonde 
Dr. Matilda Brooks, research associate in biology at the University 
of California. Her treatment with methylene blue has also been 
successfully used to counteract poisoning from carbon monoxide. 

As a child in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, young Matilda gave mu- 
sic lessons to the neighborhood children for twenty-five cents an 
hour to help keep the family budget from becoming too depleted, 
for her father had died when she was but a child, leaving the fam- 
ily in straitened circumstances. When it seemed that her schooling 
would have to end because of the family finances, Matilda obtained 
a job after school hours clerking in a near-by store just so she could 
earn enough money to pay her own school expenses. 

“Your secret, giant oak? He only said, 

"Long have I borne the blast, and suffered long, 

Far as my branches are my roots outspread: 

Learn to be patient ere thou canst be strong/ ” 

February 27. 

“Wherefore be ye not unwise, but understanding what the 
will of the Lord is" (Eph. 5:17.) 

1. Surrender your own will. 

I seek at the beginning to get my heart into such a state that 
it has no will of its own in regard to a given matter. Nine-tenths 
of the difficulties are overcome when our hearts are ready to 
do the Lord's will, whatever it may be. When one is truV in 
this state, it is usually but a little way to the knowledge of what 
Hjs will is. 



2. Do not depend upon feelings. 

Having done this, I do not leave the result to feeling or sim- 
ple impression. If I do so, I make myself liable to great delusions. 

3. Seek the Spirit’s will through God’s Word. 

I seek the will of the Spirit of God through, or in connection 
with, the Word of God, The Spirit and the Word must be com- 
bined. If I look to the Spirit alone without the Word, I lay my- 
self open to great delusions also. If the Holy Ghost guides us 
at all, He will do it according to the Scriptures and never con- 
trary to them, 

4. Note providential circumstances. 

Next I take into accormt providential circumstances. These 
often plainly indicate God’s will in connection with His Word 
and Spirit. 

5. Pray. 

I ask God in prayer to reveal His will to me aright. 

6. Wait. 

Thus, through prayer to God, the study of the Word, and re- 
flection, I come to a deliberate judgment according to the best 
of my ability and knowledge, and if my mind is thus at peace, 
and continues so after two or three more petitions, I proceed 

In trivial matters, and in transactions involving most important 

issues, I have found this method always effective. — George Muller. 

February 28 

"... A light that shineth in a dark place, . . .” (2 Peter 1: 19.) 

WAS sitting in the gloamin’, an’ a man passed the win- 
dow, He was the lamplighter. He pushed his pole into 
the lamp and lighted it. Then he went to another and an- 
other. Now, I couldna’ see him. But I knew where he was 
by the lights as they broke out doon the street, until he 
had left a beautiful avenue of light. 

“Ye’re a’ lamplighters. They’ll know where ye’ve been by the 
lights. Ye’ll want your son to be a noble man. Let him say wi’ 
pride when you’ve passed on: ‘Ma faither lit that lamp,’ 

“The first burst of light that the world had was the lamp lit by 
Jesus, or rather. He was the light Himself. He said truly, ‘I am the 
Light of the world.’ Ye’re in Has succession. Be careful how ye 
bear yoursel’s.”---Harrg Lauder. 




How fares it, Torchhearer? 

Nay, do not stay me! 

Swift be my course as the flight of an arrow! 

Eager, exultant, I spring o'er the stubble. 

Thread through the briers, and leap o'er the hollow; 

Firm nerve, tense muscle, heart heating: 


How should 1 pause, e'en to fling thee an answer? 

How fares it, Torchhearer? 

Ah, do not stay me! 

Parched is my mouth, and my throat may scarce murmur. 
Eyes are half blinded with sunshine's hot glitter. 

Brands half consumed from the torch drop upon me, 
Quenching their fire in my blood heated boiling. 

Scarcely less hot than the fierce falling embers! 

Breath would scarce serve me to answer thy question. 

How fares it, Torchbearer? 

Reeling, I falter, 

Stumbling o'er hillocks that once I leaped over. 

Flung by a tangle that once I had broken. 

Careless, unheeding. The torch, half extinguished. 
Fierce-darting pains through the hot hand that holds it; 
Careless of all, if at last 1 may yield it 
Into the hands of another good runner. 

How fares it, Torchbearer? 

Well! now I fling me 

Flat on the turf by the side of the highway. 

So in one word he thy questioning answered. 

Praise for my striving? Peace — I am weary; 

Thou are unwinded; stand, then, and shading 
Eyes with the hand, peer forward, and tell me 
How fares the torch in the hands of yon runner? 

Naught do I risk of my strength, gladly yielded. 

So it be only the torch goeth onward. 

— Arthur Chamberlain. 

We are called to go here and there as lamplighters on dark roads. 

On the flyleaf of the Bible of missionary warrior, Charles E. 
Cowman, are found these lines: “When I am dying, how glad I 
shall be that the lamp of my life has been blazed out for Theel” 


March 1 

. , Thus saith the Lord, hast thou seen all this great mul- 
titude? behold, I will deliver it into thine hand this day; and 
thou shalt know that I am the Lord. And Ahdb said. By whom? 
And he said, Thus saith the Lord, Even by the young men of the 
princes of the provinces. Then he said, Who shall order the 
battle? And he answered. Thou.” (1 Bangs 20:13, 14.) 

^ 30?,” asked the king. “Thou,” replied the prophet. The 
youth were the chosen warriors. The young princes led 
the way, and although the odds against ttiem were terrific, 
they won a marvelous victory. If God calls a youth to a 
work He will be with him in that work, and he will suc“ 
ceed no matter how formidable the obstacles. 

Our youth to Thee we bring, O gracious Saviour, King: 

Guide Thou our feet. Then all the coming years 
Shall know no dismal fears; 

And tho’ it brings its tears, life will be sweet. 

Our minds to Thee we bring, O glorious Christ, our King: 
Help us to learn the truth that makes men free, 

The truth that leads to Thee, 

The truth that is to he, for which men yearn. 

Our hearts to Thee we bring, O loving Jesus, King, 

To crown Thee there, beside Thy blood-stained cross, 

Lifers pleasures turned to dross; 

We too would know the loss that love must dare. 

Our wills to Thee we bring, O mighty Christ, our King, 

To make them Thine. We dare not choose ottr way. 

Lest we should, miss the day, 

O hear each as we pray, “Thy will be mine.” 

Thus all to Thee we bring, O conq’ring Christ, our King, 

For service true. We would help Thee to win 
Our world from blight of sin. 

Made strong without, within. Thy will to do. 

' — Mrs. Frank Siler. 

“And when the Philistine looked about, and saw David, he dis- 
dained him: for he was but a youth, and ruddy, and of a fair 
countenance. (I Samuel 17:42.) 

“. . . David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and with 
a stone, and smote the Philistine, and slew him; but there was no 
swoi’d in the hand of David.” (I Samuel 17:50.) 


March 2 

. . Faultless . . . with exceeding joy.” (Jude 24.) 

rS^SgHEN I was a young girl an intense passion for music was 
ft awakened within my soul. Father brought great joy into 

» w ray life by presenting me with a beautiful organ. It would 

thrill me to the very fibre of my being as the days slipped 
by to be able to draw forth such wonderful harmony 
from my beloved instrument. 

I used to sit at the organ in the early morning hours, just as the 
birds began to awaken, and through the open windows listen to 
their sweet little bird notes as they mingled with the melody of the 
organ, like a paean of praise to our Creator! 

Then, one morning, quite suddenly, and at a time when I was 
preparing with girlish enthusiasm for my first concert appearance, 
one of the notes became faulty. How the discordant sound grated 
upon my sensitive ear! Father, sensing my grief, said: “Never 
mind, daughter, I will have the tuner come.” Long hours the timer 
worked on that faulty note before it again rang out all sweet and 
true with the others. And the concert was a success because the 
tuner was successfttl! 

Good Tuner, why 
This ruthless, slow examination? 

Why, on that one poor note. 

Expend such careful concentration? 

Just pass it by. 

Now I will let my soul respond to Thee! 

And see. 

But, no! Again, and yet again. 

With skilled determination. 

Rang out that meaningless reiteration. 

WhUe, ever and anon, through the great 
aisle's dim space, 

Echoed the reverent chord; the loud har- 
monious phrase, 

Till day began to wane. 

And still, more patiently, the Tuner wrought 

With that one faulty note; until, with zest, 

All sweet and true, it answered like the rest. 

Then, as the haloed glories of the sunset 
flamed and gleamed. 

Swift through the storied windows long 
shafts of crimson streamed: 



And we poor whispering wayfarers heard, 
round about and o’er us, 

The throbbing, thundering triumphs of the 
Hallelujah Chorus! 

— “The Tuner in the Cathedral” — Fay Inchfawn, 

March 3 

"For all the promises of God in him are yea, and in him Amen, 

unto the glory of God by us." (2 Cor. 1:20.) 

James Chalmers was a young, careless fellow he was 
out of deep conviction and great depression on ac- 
it of sin by this text; “The blood of Jesus Christ his 
cleanseth us from all sin.” ' 

At caught tlae eye of Captain Hedley Vicars when he was 
a daring leader in sin, sent him to toss all night on a sleepless bed, 
and enabled him to rise calmly in the morning, believing that it was 
true for him. 

It was spoken by John Wesley to a highwayman who, in a wild 
and desolate region, had robbed him of his purse. Many years after, 
that man met him as he was leaving a church, and told him that 
that verse of Scripture was the means of a total change in his heart 
and life. 

Is there any unsurrendered sin that makes you still vulnei’able to 
the assaults of Satan? What is the besetting sin that prevents you 
from demonstrating daily your identity of nature with the Son of 
God? Give it up! It is the death-spot in your armor! Invulnerable 
you cannot be tintil you bring the whole life under the influ- 
ence of that shieldmg Blood. Do that, and the very God of peace 
will sanctify you wholly, and your whole spirit and soul and body 
will be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus 

— W. W. Moore in The Northfield. 

There is not a single half-promise, not a single promise of partial 
deliverance from sin in the Bible. “The blood of Jesus Christ his 
Son cleanseth us from all sin.” (1 John 1:7.) 

I commend to you a prayer — a prayer that you may pray alone 
on the hillside, pray as you kneel in your own room, pray in the 
darkness of the night, when sleep is denied, pray in the dawning 
of the morning: 

“Create in me a clean heart, O God.” 

O Saviour, bid me “go and sin no more," 

And keep me always ’neath the mighty flow 
Of Thy perpetual fountain; I implore 
That Thy perpetual cleansing I may fully know. 

—Frances Ridley Havergal, 

mountain trailways for youth 


March 4 

, , They came and saw where he dwelt, and abode with him 
that day: . . ” (John 1:39.) 

“Yes, they are changed — 

How kindly do they speak; 

The cripided beggar stands erect 
Since they have passed. 

And surely, yonder blind man 
Is gazing toward the mountain — seeing^ 

So spoke the ones who scored 
When those who had left all 
To follow Him passed by. 

These men had been with Jesus, 

Had seen His mighty works 
And heard His words. 

So, too, may we be changed by Him 
When earnestly we strive. 

’Twas not for them alone 
He broke the bread of Life, 

Stilled storm-tossed wave. 

And banished pain and sorrow. 

Oh, may it be 

That some who scorn, today 
Are speaking thus of you — and me: 

Some wonder has been wrought — 

Where once she was so cold, 

She now is kind! 

And thankfully we say — 

Though none but God may hear: 

“Rejoice! Rejoice! 

For He is guiding me — 

I, too, 

Have been with Jesus.” 

— Selected. 

“Ancient of Days!” So much happens in a day! He is the Lord 
of it as of old. 

“Go forth, then, ye ransomed ones, and remember that you bear 
through the world the image and superscription of Jesus Christ; 
in whatever company of men ye stand, forget not that His signa~ 
ture is upon you” 


March 5 

“But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory 
of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to 
glory, even as hy the Spirit of the Lord.” (2 Cor. 3:18.) 

DROP of water lay one day in a gutter, stained, soiled, pol- 
luted. Looking up into the blue of the sky it began to wish 
for purity, to long to be cleansed and made crystalline. 
Its sigh was heard, and it was quickly lifted up by the 
sun’s gentle fingers — ^up out of the foul gutter, into the 
sweet ah'. Then higher and higher, until at length the gentle winds 
caught it and bore it away, away, and by and by it rested on a dis- 
tant mountaintop, a flake of pure, white, beautiful snow! This is 
a little parable of what the grace of God does for every sinful life 
that longs and cries for purity. — J. R. Miller, DJD. 

Every inmost aspiration is God^s Angel undefiled, 

And i-n every “O my Father” slumbers deep a “Here, my child." 

— Jalal-ed-din~Rumi. 


“When Christ calls He also draws. ‘Come!’ says the sea to the 
river. ‘Cornel’ says the magnet to the steel. ‘Come!’ says the spring 
to the sleeping life of the field and forest.” — C. Stanford. 

Beneath the cover of the sod 
The lily heard the call of God; 

Within its bulb so strangely sweet 
Answering pulse began to beat. 

The earth lay darkly damp and cold 
And held the smell of grave and mould, 

But never did the lily say, 

“0 who will roll the stone away?” 

It heard the call, the call of God, 

And up through prison house of sod 
It came from burial place of gloom 
To find its perfect life in bloom. 

— Author Unknown. 

“Soar we now where Christ has led, 
Following our exalted Head; 

Made like Him, like Him we rise; 

Ours Ihe Cross, the Grave, the Skies.” 



March 6 

. . Keep thyself pure’* (1 Tim. 5:22.) 

JOSHUA REYNOLDS used to give a coat of white paint 
to all the canvas he used for his pictures before commenc- 
hig to work. He said it gave luminousness and brilliance 
to the whole picture. That is a little parable for you. You 
are just beginning to paint a life picture. Let Jesus in to 
make the groundwork of your life white and pure.” 

“Take the flower that hangs in the morning, impearled with dew, 
arrayed as no queenly woman ever was arrayed in jewels. Once 
shake it, so that the beads roll off, and you may sprinkle water 
over it as carefully as you please, yet it can never again be made 
what it was when the dew fell silently upon it from heaven. 

“On the frosty morning you may see the panes of glass covered 
with landscapes — ^mountains, lakes, trees, blended in a beautiful, 
fantastic picture. Now lay your hand upon the glass, and by the 
scratch of your finger, or by the warmth of your palm, all the deli- 
cate tracery will be obliterated! So there is in Youth a beauty and 
purity of character which, when once touched and defiled, can 
never be restored; a fringe more delicate than frost-work, and 
which, when torn and broken, will never be re-embroidered.” 

— H. W. Beecher. 

“The crimson of the sunset; the azure of the ocean; the green of 
the valleys; the scarlet of the poppies; the silver of the dewdrop; 
the gold of the gorse: these are exquisitely beautiful — God paints 
in many colors, but He never paints so gorgeously as when He 
paints in white!” 

March 7 

"And at the entrance of the Dwelling in the Trysting tent, he 
placed the altar of humt-offering.” (^od. 40:29, Trans.) 

! HERE is always an altar of sacrifice at the door that leads 
to enriching experience. 

There is always an altar at the door. The student who 
would enter the temple of learning finds that he must place 
a sacrifice upon the altar at the door, 

Albert Schweitzer, preacher, philosopher, musician, missionary, 
is an authority on Bach. He says in his autobiography that one day 
he was able to buy for fifty poxmds the complete works of Bach 
from a wealthy woman who had tired of them. Without this good 
fortune he never could have mastered Bach, because the only time 
he could get for study was at night when all the libraries were 
closed. He became an authority on Bach; but he placed a sacrifice 
of sleep on the altar at the door. 



The more a lover sacrifices, the more he loves. And the greater 
the sacrifices we make for God, the farther we penetrate into “the 
Dwelling in the Trysting tent.” Perhaps that explains some of the 
sacrifices we are called upon to make. A door leading to a rich 
experience may lie just beyond! 


"The heights by such men reached and kept, 

Were not attained by sudden -flight. 

But they, while their companions slept, 

Were toiling upward in the night.” 

March 8 

“. . . He left not himself without witness, . . .” (Acts 14: 17.) 

HAVERGAL tells of her experience in the girls’ school 
in® 1 Dusseldorf, She went there soon after she had become 
if ^ Christian and had confessed Christ, Her heart was very 
^ warm with love for her Saviour, and she was eager to 
speak for Him. To her amazement, however, she soon 
learned that among the hundred girls in the school, she was the 
only Christian. Her first thought was one of dismay— she could not 
confess Christ in that great company of worldly, non»Christian 
companions. Her gentle sensitive heart shrank from a duty so diffi- 
cult! Her second thought, however, was that she could not refrain 
from confessiag Christ, She was the only one Christ had there, 
and she must be faithful! “This was very bracing,” she writes. “I 
felt I must walk worthy of my calling for Christ’s sake! It 
brought to me a new and strong desire to bear witness for my Mas- 
ter, It made me more watchful and earnest than ever before, for 
I knew that any slip in word or deed would bring discredit to my 
Lord and Master.” She realized that she had in that school a mis- 
sion to fulfill; that she was called to be Christ’s witness there — ^His 
only witness! — and that she dare not fail. 

The Christian life cannot be a subterfuge. It cannot be lived in- 
cognito! There must be confession; a bold and clarion-like avowal 
that henceforth I am a soldier of the Lord! 

Give a positive testimony! 

If you are a branded young man or a branded young woman, wear 
your marks as an insignia of honor. 

God has put you where you are because He wants a witness just 

"Just where you stand in the conflict 
That is your place.” 



March 9 

“If then ye were raised together with Christ, seek the things 
that are above. . (Col. 3:1, Trans.) 

“It is always clear in the stratosphere!” 

H UGUSTE PICCARD, the Swiss physicist, tells in The Na- 
tional Geographic Magazine of his flight into the stratos- 
phere. There the sun is always shining. There there are 
no earth-born dust particles to interfere with visibility. It 
is an area of perfect and perpetual calm, far above the 
storms which rage on the surface of the earth. Professor Piccard 
imagines the trip of a business man from New York to Paris in one 
of the airships of the future. The vessel rises in a driving rain. It 
is intensely cold, and the wind is howling. The ship climbs steadily. 
“Shall we have a good passage?” the passenger asks the porter. 
“Undoubtedly,” is the answer. “It is always clear in the stratos- 

There is a stratosphere of the soul — a place where vision is always 
clear, where the dust of eai'th does not penetrate. There are no 
storms in the soul’s stratosphere, for there reigns “the peace of God, 
which passeth all understanding.” 

Let us keep the horizons clear! 

“Keep thy soul’s large windows free from, wrong.” 

— Mrs. Browning. 

Lift me, O God, above myself — 

Above my highest spheres, 

Above the thralling things of sense 
To clearer atmospheres. 

Lift me above the little things — 

My poor sufficiencies. 

My perverse will, my lax^k of zeal, 

My inefficiencies; 

Above the earth-hom need that gropes, 

With foolish hankerings, 

About earth’s cumbered lower slopes 
For earthly garnerings. 

Lift me, O God, above myself. 

Above these lesser things. 

Above my little gods of clay, 

And all their capturings. 

— John Oxenham. 

“The visions of God are seen only through the lens of a pure 



!M^rch 10 

“Whereupon, O king Agrippa, I was not disobedient unto the 
heavenly vision.” (Acts 26:19.) 


pg^^ LL my fondest ambitions were bound up in doing some- 
thing for the poor. What happy visions were mine as I 
TO arranged my doll’s wardrobe or trundled my hoop — visions 
in which I saw myself surroxmded by hungry people I was 
feeding with hot soup, ragged people I was dressing in 
warm jackets, very sad people I was comforting, and — for my moth- 
er’s training about goodness making gladness had its effect at a very 
early age — ^very bad people I was helping to make good! 

“They were wonderful daydreams, and the most wonderful fea- 
ture about them was that they became dearer and more real as the 
years flew by, until they ceased to be daydreams at ail, and I awoke 
to find they had all, one by one, come true.” 

— Evangeline Booth. 

It was not that we made a choice, but that the choice made us. 
What explains the life of Wesley, and Spurgeon, and Muller, and 
Luther, and Huss? Schools caimot explain them — ^thousands had 
the same advantage. Native ability cannot explain them — ^there 
were others more brilliant] God had a place in their plans, and their 
lives were lost in His will! ^ 

March 11 

“I know thy works, and where thou dwellest, even where 
Satan’s seat is: and thou boldest fast my name, and hast not 
denied my faith, . . ” (Rev. 2: 13.) 

P^S^HRIST preserves His own when they are placed in circum- 
I stances of peculiar temptation. “Thou boldest fast my 

I name!” It is no light thing to lose our faith in God and in 

g^^^jHis Son Jesus Christ, for with that loss perishes the high- 
est ideals and most energizing motives. “Hold it fast,” 
says the Master; as a king holds fast liis crown, for it is your glory; 
as a miser holds fast his gold, for it is your treasxrre; as a drowning 
man holds fast to the rope, for it is your life. Think it not impossible 
to retain your Christian faith because you live in an atmosphere 
of skepticism; holding fast your faith, Christ will hold you fast. 
“I have prayed for thee that thy faith fail not,” says the Master; 
and His prayers are answered. 

Amid the burning sands of the Sahara are bits of living green; in 
the snowy Alps a garden of flowers surprises the tourist, Christ 
can preserve His own amid rampant wickedness. Even in the 
devil’s headquarters our Master can keep us undefiled. 



“Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to pre- 
sent you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding 
joy” (Jude 24.) 

Put Christ in possession of your life and He will keep you. 

March 12 

“I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, 
that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, . . (Rom. 12:1.) 

tlie mercies of God.” Wliat does that mean? It is like 
y this. One evening you are walking quietly home from your 

place of business. Suddenly the Sie alarm rings out; your 
i? heart leaps with fear as the thought of home and loved 

ones flashes upon you. As you near home your worst fears 
are realized: your house is in flames. You rush thither and find that 
wife and the children have been saved, except one little one who is 
in the building. The next instant a brave fireman hxirries past and 
dashing into the burning house, finds his way to the little one, car- 
ries her out through the flames and smoke, and puts her in your 
arms — safe. Weeks go by, and then one day this same brave man 
comes to you and showing his hands, says, “Behold my love and 
mercies to you. See these burned and blistered hands; see this 
scarred face, and these scorched feet. I am in need. I want help. I 
beseech you, by my mercies to your child, that you help me.” There 
is nothing in the world you would not give to that man, even \mto 
the half of your kingdom. 

Even so, Jesus Christ, our loving Lord, stands here tonight. He 
stretches forth His hands, pierced with cruel nails for you and me. 
He points to the wound in His side, made by the blood-thirsty spear. 
He shows you the scars on His forehead, made by the crown of 
thorns. He says, “My child, behold My mercies to you. I saved you 
from the guilt of sin; I brought you from death unto life; I gave 
you the Spirit of God. Some day I will glorify your body and will 
make you to sit down with Me on My throne. My child, by My 
mercies, I beseech you.” You say, “Lord, what do you want from 
me?” He answers, “I want yourself. I want you for My kingdom 
and My service. I beseech you, by My mercies to you, give your 
life to Me.” 

— James McConkey. 

"What Thou hast given to me, 

Here Lord, 1 bring to Thee, 

Feet which must follow Thee, 

Lips which must sing for Thee, 

Limbs which must ache for Thee, 

Ere they grow old/* 


March 13 

“For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour 

of love, . . (Heb. 6:10.) 

S elders of a church in old Scotland remained for a chat 
I with the minister at the close of a Sunday service. When 
I they had gathered in the little session room, one of them, 
I acting as spokesman, told the pastor that they wished him 
® to resign; they felt that he was getting too old to fill the 
position acceptably. To prove their point they reviewed his work 
for the past year, dming which time he added to the church Just one 
new member, and that a boy. 

With head bowed, the old parson strolled out into the churchyard 
after his visitors had left, and walked silently and thoughtfully 
among the graves. There was a tug at his coat sleeve, and looking 
around he saw the boy who had joined his church as a result of his 

“Well, Robert,” he asked, “what can I do for you?” 

“If you please, sir, since I have been converted and Joined the 
church I feel that I would like to be a missionary. I thought maybe 
you could help me to get ready.” 

What an encouragement to the aged minister! His work had not 
been all in vain! From his years of experience he dispensed coun- 
sel and guidance, which he was well fitted to give to youth. 

Years later a meeting was being held in Exeter Hall, London, The 
great building was crowded to the doors. Robert Moffat, the well- 
known missionary from Africa, was to speak. 

The elders of the little Scottish church had been ready to dismiss 
the old minister, since his only convert of the year had been a boy 
— just a boy! But this boy, Robert Moffat, had added a new chapter 
to the book of Acts. He had helped to open the continent of Africa 
to the gospel! 

Faint not! faithful young minister. Your place of service may lie 
in some remote village, where you are ploughing your lonely fur- 
row. Despise not the day of small things! ^ There are heart-breaks 
of joy in God’s plan. “Thou surpriseth him.” (Psahn 21:3, Kay’s 

The reward for your labour of love may be another great mis- 
sionary like Robert Moffat. 

David Livingstone was a faithful attendant of a small church in 
an obscure village in Scotland, but he wrote his life across Africa! 
Judson left his life written across the sands of India. 

The work of modem missions was begun by yoxmg people, and 
has been carried throughout the years by youth. You may live to 
see the literal fulfillment of Isaiah 58:12: “And they that shall be 
of thee shall build the old waste places: thou shalt raise up the 
foundations of many generations; and thou shalt be called. The re- 
pairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.” 

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March 14 

^\..The place whereon thou standest is holy ground” 

(Exod. 3:5.) 

T we picture God’s call nearly all of us think of some- 
I thing dramatic, revolutionary, and startling. The scene on 
I the road to Damascus at once comes to mind. We see the 
I great light in the sky; we hear the voice from heaven; we 
picture the revolutionizing effect of it aU upon the Apostle 
to the Gentiles. But we forget the great number of men to whom 
God’s call came when they stood upon the holy ground of their 
everyday life and service. God’s call came to Samuel as he minis- 
tered in the daily round of the temple; it came to David in the 
sheepfold; it came to some of the disciples as they were mending 
and casting their nets. In all these cases the call came to them as 
they stood upon the holy ground of their daily duties. 

As of old, He calls His Gideon from the threshing floor, and His 
Amos from the sycamore fruit; His Moses from the flocks; His 
Matthew from the receipt of custom; His John from the priestly 
family; His Peter from the fishing net, and His Paul from the rabbi’s 
school; so now He calls us from the farm and from the merchan- 
dise, from the shop and from the office, from the profession and from 
the trade, from the pulpit and from the servants’ hall. He calls us 
in boyhood; He calls us in manhood; He calls us in old age. ALL 
have a mission to fulfill and all alike shall, if they do Christ’s work, 
recsiive His reward. 

“Among the things that this day brings 
Will come to you a call, 

The which, unless you’re listening, 
You may not hear at all; 

Lest it he very soft and low, 

Whate’er you do, where’er you go. 

Be listening. 

“When God shall come and say to you, 

‘Here is the thing that you must do,’ 

Be listening.” 

It is possible for a youth to go through life deaf to the sweetest 
sounds that ever fell over heaven’s battlements. Our world is one 
vast whispering gallery, yet only those who listen hear the “still, 
small voice” of truth. Putting his ear down to the rocks, the listen- 
ing geologist hears their story. Standing under the stars, the listen- 
ing astronomer hears the music of the spheres. Listening to birds, 
CHivier heard the song within the shell and found out the life history 
of all things that creep or swim or fly. That you*th may have culture 
without college who gives heed to Channing’s injunction to “listen 
to stars and birds, to babes and sages.” 


March 15 

“Thou wilt show me the path of life: in thy presence is ful- 
ness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for ever- 
more” (Psdm 16:11.) 


They told me that His yoke was hard to hear. 

And that the way of God was hard to go. 

They said that I would fhid it only care 
The path and purpose of my Lord to share, 

A way heset with thorns no others know. 

But no, it is a way of blessedness. 

Flooded with song, and crowned with happiness. 

They told me God was Vengeance, that His hand 
Was hard upon His people, and His ear 
Deaf to their prayers. They told me His command 
Laid only pain and trouble on the land. 

And that His children were hut sons of fear. 

But no, I found His throne a Father’s chair, 

And none who seeks denied a blessing there. 

— Clarence Edwin Flynn, 

Tell the birds amidst the buds of spring not to sing; tell the waters 
welling from the depths not to flow; tell the happy child not to laugh 
and jump; tell the sun and stars not to shine; and when these have 
obeyed you, then tell the soul which has been baptized with the 
love of God that it must not speak of Him! It cannot but speak what 
it has seen and heard. 

— Dr. F. B. Meyer. 

Bunyan’s Pilgrim was at the cross when his burden of sin fell 
from his back. He leaped for joy, and three shining ones came to 
him, one saying, “Thy sins are forgiven thee.” Another stripped 
him of his rags and clothed him with a new robe. The third set a 
mark on his forehead and gave him a book with a seal upon it. 

"Christ could not be hid, for the blind and the lame 
His love and His power would together proclaim; 

The dumb would speak out and the deaf would recall 
The name of that Jesus who healed them all.” 

Christ is not a disappointment! 

“I never thought it could be thxis, month after month to know 
The river of Thy peace without one ripple in its flow; 

Without one quiver in the trust, one flicker in the glow.” 

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March 16 

“Only take heed to thyself, . . . keep thy soul diligently, lest 
thou forget the things which thine eyes have seen, and lest 

they depart from thy heart all the days of thy life ” 

(Deut. 4:9.) 

1 AT a warning lesson we have in the life of David who 
had slain Goliath but was nearly slain himself long after 
by a famous giant, and had to be rescued from peril and 
shame by his men! Years of court life had gradually sapped 
his early vigour and simplicity, and when the “evil day” 
came, he was not able “to stand.” 

“Are you in danger? TeU your Lord. Are you tempted? Tell 
Him. Did you slip by the way and grieve Him? Tell Him. Never 
wait for the evening hour for confession and forgiveness. Pardon 
waits for your confession; make it immediately, wherever you are, 
in the train, in the office, on the street, amid the busy rush of the 
busy day, express your need in prayer. Practice the presence of 
God and speak to Him under stress and strain at every point when- 
ever you feel you are burdened or in need.” 

I cannot snap my own chains or slay my own enemies. Thou 
knowest temptation, for Thou wast tempted. Thou knowest how 
to succour me in my hour of conflict. Thou canst save me from 
sinning, and save me when I have sinned. It is promised in Thy 
very name that Thou wilt do this, and I pray Thee let me this day 
verify the prophecy. Save me unto holiness of life, that the name 
of Jesus may be glorified in me abxmdantlyl 
“When temptation assails you, when the enemy pours in upon 
your soul, then be as the bird and seek the heights.” “Flee as a bird 
to your mountain.” 

Who knows a mountain? One who has trod its cloud-swept sum- 
mit alone with God!— Ethel Romig Fuller. 

March 17 

. . Peter went up upon the house top to pray . . .” 

(Acts 10:9.) 

At such an hour on such a day 
I had a tryst with God; 

I was to put all things away 
And keep that tryst with God. 

But a friend of mine just happened in — 

To go with him was sure no sin — 

So I ran along, a friend to win. 

But I broke my tryst with God. 



My friends all know my word is good, 

Yet 1 broke my tryst with God. 

They know Td keep my word if I could, 

Yet I broke my tryst with God. 

But somehow I felt when that day was done, 

And my spirit sank with the setting sun 
That rd lost much more than J had won 
By breaking my tryst %oith God. 

O let us keep that meeting place — 

The secret tryst with God. 

At such a time He shows His face, 

O holy tryst with God. 

Never mind though friends and others call. 

His love impels our best, our all; 

Let us come alone, before Him fall 
And keep our tryst with God. 

— Selected. 

The famous British general, Charles George Gordon, who died 
under such tragic circumstances in Khartoum, never allowed any- 
thing to hinder his morning hours alone with God. Dm*ing his 
journey in the Sudan, for one hour each day there lay outside his 
tent a white handkerchief. The enture camp knew the significance 
of that small token, and it was sacredly respected by every man, 
whatever his color or creed. No message, however pressing, was 
carried in. Whatever the message was, whether of life or death, it 
had to remain until that guardian signal was removed. Every one 
knew that General Gordon was alone with God. That white hand- 
kerchief was the secret of his saintly, fearless, unselfish life. He 
was a man who lived in close commxmion with C^d. 

Without prayer you will be weak as water in the presence of 
temptation; but by prayer you will become bold as a lion, and “the 
young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample •under feet.” 

Always keep appointments with God, exactly. We must not suit 
o\ir o'vm convenience. 

Be a lone watcher on the moimtain height. 

March 18 

“ . . . Neither is this a work of one day or two. . . ” (Ezra 10: 13.) 
pS*^OATCHING the blacksmith, were you, son? Watching the 
RM^fflway his work is done. Muscle is needed and also brain. 

Hammer and hammer, and hammer again, striking the 
^JASm blow, tirelessly _true; fashioned at last the perfect shoe. 

Wasn’t done quickly, lad, admit; persistence needed and 
strength and grit. That is the way we all must work (no use tiring 
nor hying to shirk). Not for an hour, not for a day; nor for a 

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week, nor month, nor year; Just how long no one can say (keep on, 
laddie, success is near) ; hammer away, boy, hammer away.” 

— Wilhelmina Stitch. 

The Swedish Nightingale, Jenny Lind, said, ^‘The greater part of 
what I can do I have myself acquired by incredible labor in spite 
of astonishing difficulty. 

Paderewski stated that, “Genius is tliree-quarters drudgery. I 
at one time practiced day by day, year after year, xmtil I became 
almost insensible to sound—became a machine, as it were.” 

The world called Paderewski a genius, but Paderewski was a 
drudge before he became a genius, 

Beethoven surprised the world with his musical ability before he 
had reached his teens. 

Triumph and toil are twins. 

March 19 

“And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and 
receive you unto my self; that where I am, there ye may be aha.** 

(John 14:3.) 

‘^Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may 
have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates 
into the city/’ (Rev. 22: 14.) 

NCE the great evangelist, Moody, said in his buoyant way: 
“Some day you will read in the papers that D. L. Moody of 
East Northfield, is dead. Don’t you believe a word of it! 
At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now; I 
shall have gone up higher — ^that is all — out of this old clay 
tenement into a house that is immortal, a body that death cannot 
touch, that sin cannot taint, a body fashioned like tmto His glorious 

That is the way to meet present-day skepticism concerning im- 
mortality. When agnostics and infidels deny that blessed truth, 
“don’t you believe a word of it.” I have heard even Christians say, 
“Oh, I wish I could be sure of life after death!” Sure? — when our 
Lord rose from the dead! When He said that we are to rise even as 
He? When He declared that He is the resxirrection and the life? 
To doubt the immortality of the soul is to doubt Jesus Christ. 

Let us have the same staunchness of Moody’s faith. Let us learn 
to say to the critics, “Don’t you believe a word of it!” 

Shortly before his departure he was heard saying: “Earth is 
receding, and Heaven is opening.” 


Oh! think to step ashore. 

And find it heaven; 

To clasp a hand outstretched, 

And find it God^s hand! 

To breathe new air. 

And that, celestial air; 

To feel refreshed, 

■ And find it immortality; 

Ah, think to step from storm and stress 
To one unbroken calm: 

To awake and find it Home. 

— Robert E. Selle. 

Heaven-— the Celestial City, never built with hands, nor hoary 
with the years of time, whose walls are salvation, and whose 
gates are praise — glories in having Jesus for its King, angels for 
its guards, saints for its citizens! 

March 20 

“For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which 

is Jesus Christ” (1 Cor. 3:11.) 

ARTIN LUTHER preached the doctrine of Atoning Blood 
to slumbering Europe, and Europe awoke from the dead. 

Amid all his defences of Divine Sovereignty, Calvin 
never ignored or belittled the Atonement. 

Cowper sang of it among the water lilies of the Ouse. 

Spurgeon thundered this glorious doctrine of Christ crucified into 
the ears of peer and peasant with a voice like the soimd of many 

John Bunyan made the Cross the starting-point to the Celestial 

Moody’s bells all chimed to the keynote of Calvary. 

Napoleon, after conquering almost the whole of Europe, put his 
finger on the red spot on the map representing the British Isles, and 
said, “Were it not for that red spot, I’d conquer the world!” So says 
Satan about the place called Calvary, where Jesus Christ shed His 

Every true preacher of the Gospel strings all his pearls on the 
Red Cord of the Atonement. — Dr. T. L. Cuyler. 

‘Tn the Cross of Christ I glory, 

Tow’ring o’er the wrecks of time , . . 



March 21 

**These things have I written unto you that believe on the 
name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have etei-nal 
life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God.” 

(1 John 5:13.) 

|HE fact of our salvation does not depend upon our own 
I feelings. They are the least reliable of all things to rest 
I upon, they are treacherous and not to be trusted. As surely 
I as we rest upon these frauds — our feelings — ^the Lord will 
see fit to withdraw them, in order that we may learn to rest 
upon Him. Therefore stay your faith upon Christ, not upon your 
most hallowed feelings, but upon Christ Himself and Ifis written 
promises. Whenever you are in doubt, perplexed, and tmhappy, 
go at once to the Lord and His unfailing Word, and God’s tru& 
will disperse any mists of darkness which surround your soul. 

Let us learn to lean more upon the fact and less upon our appre- 
hension of it. We are to walk by faith and not by feelings. 

.“Believe! and the feeling 
may come or may go. 
Believe in the Word, that 
was written to show 
That all who believe their 
salvation may know; 
Believe and keep right on 

By believing, we do not make anything true that was not true 
before. We simply bring ourselves into accord with what is and 
has always been the trutli. There are some who say that that is 
tmie for us which finds us, or works in our case. But that only is 
true for us, when it finds us or works for us, which was true al- 
ready in itself. There is an order, a divine order, . . . true, whatever 
we may ^ink or deny, find or miss. Faith does not create this 
order. It realizes it. It is the loyal and loving acceptance of it. What 
we think and do is only a tardy respoiase to the thought of God, and 
to what He has been ever doing for us. 

— Robert E. Speer. 

An old colored man who had a marvelous experience in grace 
was asked: “Daniel, why is it that you have so much peace and 
Joy in religion?” “O Massa!” he replied, *T just fall flat on the 
exceeding great and precious promises, and I have aU that is in 
them. Glory! Glory!” He who falls flat on the promises feels that 
all the riches embraced in them are his.— Faith Papers. 



March 22 

. . Thou hast holden me by my right hand’* (Psalm 73: 23,) 

( TRAVELER, following his guide amid the Alpine heights, 
reached a place where the path was narrowed by a jutting 
rock on one side and a deep precipice on the other. The 
guide passed around, and then holding on to the rock with 
one hand, extended the other out over the precipice for 
the traveler to step upon, and so pass around the jutting rock. He 
hesitated, but the guide called back saying, “That hand has never 
lost a man.” The traveler stepped cmto the hand and was soon 
safely past the danger. 

“It isn’t that I cling to Him 
Or struggle to he blest; 

He simply takes my hand in His 
And there I let it rest. 

“So I dread not any pathway. 
Dare to sail on any sea. 

Since the handclasp of Another 
Makes the journey safe for me.” 

Hold Thou my hand, dear Lord, 
Hold Thou my hand! 

March 23 

“For everyone that asketh receiveih, and he that seeketh find- 
eth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.” (Luke 11: 10.) 

! HEN Napoleon’s army was marching through the country, 
a good Christian woman, a widow with children, was 
somewhat fearful lest the soldiers should molest the home; 
and that night, around the family altar, she breathed hpr 
prayer, “Oh, God, build a wall around our home and pro- 
tect us from the enemy.” When the children retired they were 
heard asking one another, “What did mother mean asking God to 
build a wall around our home?” In the morning they knew, for a 
heavy wind and snow storm had come, and snowdrifts were all 
arotuid the little home; the soldiers went by, not knowing that the 
house was there. That mother used God’s promise. So may you, 
and then you will thank God for the answer. 

“ ^Daddy, teach me how to pray,’ 

Asks the little child down at my knee. 




Prayer is so simple; 

It is like quietly opening a door 
And slipping into the very presence of God, 
There in the stillness 
To listen to His voice; 

Perhaps to petition, 

Or only to listen; 

It matters not. 

Just to he there 
In His presence 
Is prayer. 

— Selected. 

March 24 

All things work together for good to them that love 

God, . . (Rom. 8:28.) 

OW many people are like birds with clipped wings! Life 
holds them enchained by some handicap. They feel tiiey 
can never rise, and the temptation comes to settle down 
into despair or lassitude. But the spirit need not be 
earthbound. Its range is not restricted or its possibilities 
limited by physical handicap. Though he could not hear, Beethoven 
gave the world some of its finest music; Milton’s blindness did not 
affect the noble range of his soul’s vision. History has many in- 
stances of those who overcame handicaps because they lived in the 
spirit. Their souls were touched by an eternal flame, and any defect 
of body could not dim the light that was in them. 

Sir Walter Scott is a brilliant example of grace and gidt. He 
overcame lameness and misfortrme, and instead of being crushed in 
spirit and defeated, he won out. 

Charles P. Steinmetz, who rivaled Thomas A. Edison in his dis- 
coveries and inventions in the field of electrical enginering, was 
greatly deformed. He did most of his work half standing, half 
leaning upon a stool. However, he did not allow his handicap to 
embitter or discourage him. He knew he would have to fight his 
way. There was no personal popularity, no_ pleasant social con- 
tacts to speed him along. He tortured his brain into headaches and 
his eyes into burning balls of pain. Time after time he was de- 
feated and undone, but Steinmetz kept climbing until he became 
the greatest electrical wizard of his time. 

The march of progress is the conquering of impossibilities. The 
motmtain that cannot be climbed may be tunneled. 



March 25 

‘^With thy meekness thou hast multiplied me.” 

(Psalm 18:35, margin.) 

HE charm of a little child is its utter unconsciousness of 
self; and that is the charm of God-likeness. It is like the 
bloom on a peach, the dew-jewel on the morning lawn, or. 
the stillness of the surface of a mountain pool.” 

Oh, we’re too high. Lord Jesus, we implore Thee, 

Make of vs something like the low green moss. 

That vaunteth not, a quiet thing hefore Thee, 

Cool for Thy feet sore wounded on the Cross. 

“Wings” by A. W. C. 

Be like the dewdrop that finds a drooping rose and sinks down 
into its folds and loses itself but revives the weary flower. So be 
content to do good and bless the life that needs your benediction 
and be only remembered by what you have done. 

“How I long to be centered in Thee — ^so completely centered in 
Thee that I do not realize it— none of self and all of Thee.” 

— Oswald Chambers, 

March 26 

“There came unto him a woman having an alabaster box of 
very precioits ointment, and poured it ow his head, as he sat at 
meat.” (Matt. 26:7.) 


r Queen Victoria first came to the British throne the 
I whole of India was not imder British rule, and it was only 
I duriog her reign tliat Punjab became her possession. At 
I that time the Maharajah was a mere boy. In order to show 
* his allegiance to the Empress of India, he sent Queen Vic- 
toria the wonderful jewel known as the Koh-i-noor diamond. This 
magnificent offering was placed in the Tower of London, among 
the other carefully guarded crown jewels. 

Some years later, when the Maharajah was a grown man, he paid 
a visit to England, and of course, went to Buckingham Palace to 
pay his respects to the Queen. He was taken to the state apart- 
ments, and after bowing to Her Majesty, he requested that he might 
be allowed to see the Koh-i-noor. Greatly wondering at his re- 



quest, the Queen with her usual kindliness and courtesy gave or- 
dei-s that it should be brought under armed guard, and shown the 

After a little time the priceless jewel was brought in and pre- 
sented before the young Indian Prince. Very reverently he took 
it in his hands, and then walked over to the window where he ex- 
amined it carefully. Then, while the onlookers gazed in wonder, 
he turned and knelt at the feet of the Queen, saying with great 
emotion in his voice: “Madam, I gave you this jewel when I was 
too yotmg to know what I was doing. I want to give it again, in 
the fullness of my strength, with all my heart, and affection, and 
gratitude, now and forever, fully realizing all that I do.” 

“May I have those pearls?" He questioned, 

Knowing that I prized them so — 

“Jf you love Me, will you lay those 
At My feet?” I answered, “No." 

But He looked so disappointed; 

Then I cried, “O though it grieves. 

Take them, Master, take them, take them! 

Yea, I love THEE ‘more than these.'" 

‘ Yes, He took my pearls, just cheap things 

That could last hut for a day. 

But He gave me back some REAL ONES — 

— Edith Mopes. 

March 27 

“The king’s daughter is all glorious within: . . ." (Psahn 45:13.) 

King’s daughter! 

Wouldst thou he all fair. 

Without — within — 

Peerless and beautiful, 

A very queen? 

Know then: 

Not as men build into the Silent One — 

With clang and clamor. 

Traffic of rude voices, ' 

Clink of steel on stone. 

And din of hammer: 

Not so the temple of thy grace is reared. 

But, in the inmost shrine 
Must thou begin, 

And build with care 



A Holy Place, 

A place unseen. 

Each stone a prayer. 

Then, having built 
Thy shrine, sweep bare 
Of self and sin, 

And all that might demean; 

And, with endeavor. 

Watching ever, praying ever. 

Keep it fragrant — sweet, and clean; 

So, by God's grace, it he a fit place. 

His Christ shall enter and shall dwell therein. 

Not as in earthly fane — where chase 
Of steel on stone may strive to win 
Some outward grace — 

Thy temple face is chiseled from within. 

— John Oxenham. 

. . Her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee. 
With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter 
into the king's palace.” (Psalm 45:14,15.) 

“As pure as a pearl, 

And as perfect — a noble and beautiful girl.” 

— Lord Lytton. 

March 28 

“And I was afraid, and went and hid thy talent in the earth: 

, . . Take therefore the talent from him, . . (Matt. 25:25, 28.) 

a man should hang his arm in a sling and refuse to make 
any use of it, within a few months that arm would lose its 
strength and become useless. And it is thus with our tal- 
ents for doing good; it is ‘use or lose.’ If you have ability 
to do something, do that something and you will be able 
with each succeeding day to do it better. But if you do not do it, 
you will perhaps attempt to do it some time, and find it impossible.” 

— J. B. Chapman. 

It is told of the great violinist, Paganini, that he left his marvelous 
violin to his native city Genoa, but with instructions that no one 
was ever to play upon it. This was most unfortunate, for it is a 
peculiarity of wood that as long as it is handled and used, it wears 
but slightly, but as soon as it is laid aside or discarded, it begins to 
decay. Paganini’s violin with its marvelous tones has become 
worm-eaten in its beautiful case and is worthless as a musical in- 



“We did not choose our way of mahing, 

Not sleeping ours to choose, or waking, 

Not ours the starry stroke of sound 
To choose or fly, though ours the wound. 

“Though dead wood cry, ‘How shall I dare it?" 

And wood reply, ‘I cannot hear it," 

Yet His alone to choose, whose fingers 
Take the dead wood, and makes His singers."" 

“Let us allow Christ to speak through us. He desires this more 
than we do and for that reason prepared the instruments which He 
would not have remain tinused and idle.” — Chrysostom. 

Hide not thy talent, hut trade with it, and thou shalt bring in good 
interest to thy Master. Use or lose! 

March 29 

“. . . O Daniel, servant of THE LIVING GOD, is thy God, 
whom thou sei'vest continually, able to deliver thee? . . .” 

(Daniel 6:20.) 

^"“gK^OW many times we find this expression in the Scriptures, 
@ P and yet it is just this very thing that we are so prone to 
o We know it is written “the living God""; that 

y y He is now what He was three or four thousand years ago; 

that He has the same sovereign power, the same saving 
love towards those who love and serve Him as ever He had, and 
that He will do for us now what He did for others two, three, 
four thousand yeai*s ago, simply because He is the living God, the 
xmchanging One! Oh, how we should confide in Him, therefore, and 
in our dai'kest moments never lose sight of the fact that He is still 
and ever will be the living God! 

Be assured, if you walk with Him and look to Him and expect 
help from Him, He will never fail you. An older brother who has 
known the Lord for forty-four years writes for your encourage- 
ment that He has never failed him! In the greatest difficulties, in 
the heaviest trials, in the deepest poverty and necessities. He has 
never failed me; but because I was enabled by His grace to trust 
Him He has always appeared for my help. I delight in speaking 
well of His name . — George Muller. '*■ 

“Who delivered us .. . doth deliver: ilftiofiom ^oe trust that he 
will yet deliver us."" (2 Cor. 1:10.) 



March 30 

“I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive 
for evermore, Amen; . . J’ (Rev. 1: 18.) 

n UTHER was once foiind, at a moment of peril and fear, 
when he had need to grasp unseen strength, sitting in an 
abstracted mood, tracing on the table with his finger the 
words, “Vivit! Vivit!” < (“He lives! He lives!”). This is our 
hope for ourselves, and for His truth, and for mankind! 
Men come and go; leaders, teachers, thinkers speak and work for a 
season, and then fall silent and impotent. He abides! They die, but 
He lives! They are lights kindled, and therefore, sooner or later, 
quenched; but He is the true Light from which they draw all their 
brightness, and He shines for evermore. — Alexander Maclaren. 

“One day I came to know Dr. John Douglas Adam,” writes C. G. 
Trumbull. “I learned from him that what he counted his greatest 
spiritual asset was his unvarying consciousness of the actual pres- 
ence of Jesus. Nothing bore him up so, he said, as the realization 
that Jesus was always with him in actual presence, and_ that this 
was so independent of his own feelings, independent of his deserts, 
and independent of Iiis own notions as to how Jesus wotild mani- 
fest His presence. 

“Moreover, he said that Christ was the home of his thoughts. 
Whenever his mind was free from other matters it would turn to 
Christ; and he would talk aloud to Christ when he was alone— on 
the street, anywhere — as easily and naturally as to a human friend. 
So real to him was Jesus’ actual presence.” 

March 31 

. . And how shall they hear without a preacher?” 

(Rom. 10:14.) 

^S'’S|HIS story is told by Bishop Taylor. He had called at a vil- 
lage in Africa with his little missionary boat but was un- 
leave a missionary with them. They were bitterly 
disappointed, and long entreated him to alter his purpose 
and leave a teacher, but it was beyond his power, and he 
sorrowfully left them. As he sailed up the river he saw them stand- 
ing on the bank beckoning to him with eager entreaty. 

Two days later he returned, sailing down the stream. As he 
passed the vUlage, the natives were still standing on the banks 
waiting for him, and as they saw that he did not intend to land, 
they became wild in their gesticulations and cries, waving their 
arms, leaping high in the air, shouting and trying in every way to 
attract his attention. He felt the appeal in every fibre of his being. 



but he could do nothing! He had no one to leave, and as he sailed 
down the river, his heart was broken with the sight. 

When at length he passed out o£ sight of the village and was 
hidden by a projecting promontory from their view, he said he 
heard a great and bitter cry go up from these people, long and loud, 
until it pierced his very soul, and seemed to go away up to Heaven, 
as a protest to God against the cruelty of man. It was the lamen- 
tation of the heathen after God. We shall hear that cry! It will 
come up in our ears once more in the judgment day, God help us 
to be able to stand in that awful hour and say: “I am pure from 
the blood of all men.” 

“Tell all the world there is sight for its hlindness; 

Balm for its healing, a song for its dumb. 

Blood for its cleansing and life for its dying; 

Tell them of JESUS and bid them to come." 

Prayer: “Keep the sense of Thy call in me vivid and fresh.” 

April 1 

“He delivereth me from mine enemies: yea, thou liftest me up 
above those that rise up against me: . . (Psalm 18:48.) 

“Set your affections on things above, not on things of the 
earth.” (Col. 3:2.) 


“It’s safer flying high,” declared the pilot; 

We climbed another thousand feet or so; 

“The higher up we are, the better landing. 

Emergency airports ahead, below.” 

“Ifs safer flying high” — sometimes it echoes 
When conscience indicates the need of care, 

Wheii tempted to some base or fleshly interest, 

And sin presents itself in colors fair. 

The sky way is the highway for the victor. 

For those who wish to live among the few 

So evident in life as in air travel — 

The farther from the earth, the fuller view. 

The hills of difficulty are no longer. 

The mountains of despair are ironed smooth; 

When high and looking down upon your problems, 

The deep and darker valley seems a groove. 

No fogs will blur the lines of demarcation, 

And make the black of wrong a blended gray. 

When you are living in the open sunshine. 

Where altitude will brighten all your way. 



"Ifs safer flying high," says the apostle, 

The world beneath, and God’s own blue above; 
Remember, Christ is seated in the heavenlies. 

And you are with Him there — climax of love! 

How worthless then the world, how dull its glory. 

When you live high, and far enough away 
To get a sense of values, wise and proper; 

Then why not live your altitude today? 

— Dr. Will H. Houghton. 
(Used by permission of the author.) 

April 2 

“. . . If there he a prophet among you, I the Lord will make 
m,yself known unto him, . . " (Numbers 12:6.) 

HE desperate need of the hour, both for the home base 
and fields afar, is for youth of ability and consecration. 
Some say “There is no place for me.” They are mistaken. 
There is need for young people with vision, purpose, and 
a deep love for God and His message! 

"There is a niche in God’s own temple; 
It is thine. 

And the Hand that shapes thee for it 
Is Divine." 

Thank God that you have youth and determine that by His help 
you will make good use of every privilege and blessing which the 
year may bring. The hours of time which have been allotted to you 
will soon slip away. Determine that you will do things while you 
are still young, and begin right now to accomplish them. Will you 
pause to hear God speaking as the poet said: 

“Youth, O youth, can I reach you? 

Can I speak and make you hear? 

Can I open your eyes to see Me, 

Can My presence draw you near? 

Is there a prophet among you. 

One with a heart to know: 

1 will flash My secrets on him, 

He shall watch My glory grow. 

For I, the Cod, the Father, 

The Quest, and the final Goal, 

Still search for a prophet among you 
To speak My word in his soul." 

01 youth, awake! Answer the call. Be brave soldiers of Christ. 
Go forward in full armor. Crush Satan’s work, and victory will be 



yours. The day is fast approaching when you will see the starlights 
in their glory. Then give your health, wealth, and life to win souls 
for Christ! Oh, may you not blush on that day! 

— Sadhu Sundar Singh. 

April 3 

“If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your 
children: how much more shall your heavenly Father give the 
Holy Spirit to them that ask him?" (Luke 11:13.) 

WAS standing on the wall of a great lock. Outside was a 
vessel about to enter. At my feet lay the empty 
— ^waiting. For what? Waiting to be filled. Away be- 
yond lay great Lake Superior with its limitless abundance 
of supply, also waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for 
something to be done at the lock ere the great lake could pour in its 
fullness. In a moment it was done. The lock-keeper reached out 
his hand and touched a steel lever. A little wicket gate sprang open 
under the magic touch. At once the water in the lock began to boil 
and seethe. As it seethed I saw it rapidly creeping up the walls of 
the lock. In a few moments the lock was full. The great gates swung 
open, and the huge ship floated into the lock now filled to the brim 
with the fullness inpoured from tire waiting lake without. 

Is not this a picture of a great truth about the Holy Spirit? Here 
are God’s children, like that empty lock, waiting to be filled. And, 
as that great inland sea outside the lock was willing and waiting 
to pour its abundance into the lock, so here is God willing to pour 
His fullness of life into the lives of His children. But he is waiting! 

For what? Waiting, as the lake waited, for something to he done 
by us. Waiting for us to reach forth and touch that tiny wicket gate 
of consecration through which His abundant life shall flow and fill. 

Is it hard to move? Does the rust of worldliness corrode it? Do the 
weeds and ivy-vines of selfishness cling about and choke it? Is the 
will stubborn, and slow to yield? Yet God is waiting for it. And 
once it is done, He reveals Himself in fullness of life even as He 
has promised; even as He has been all the time willing and ready 
to do. For all the barriers and hindrances have been upon our side, 
not upon His. They are the barriers not of His unwillingness, but 
of our unyieldedness. And do you say you got all of Christ when 
you were saved? Doubtless you did, but the point in issue here is 
not whether you got all of Christ, but did Christ get all of you?" 

— J ames McConkey, 

Give your life to God, and God will fill your life. 



April 4 

. . There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, . . ” 

(Job 4:16.) 

is said of Ole Bull, the master violinist of Norway, that 
e was found one day sitting out upon a rock by the sea. 
[e was asked, “Why are you here?” 

“Listening,” he answered, “to the surge and fall of the 
breakers, that I may catch the music of the sea.” 

Are you ever listening to the far notes of divine grace that you 
may reproduce all upon the wondrous instrument — ^the life that the 
Father has given? 

I found God in the dawning 
In the crimson flight of night, 

In the notes of the birds at matins. 

In the sun-burst glory light. 

I found Him in a garden, 

In the dew-drenched columbine. 

In the shy and modest clinging 
Of the morning-glory vine, 

I found Him in the patches 
Of the white clouds floating high, 

That touched with animation 
The majestic vault of sky. 

I found Him in a roadway, 

Through a quiet countryside. 

And on a lake at sunset. 

Where the golden ripples ride. 

At last in purple twilight. 

In the cooling, fragrant air, 

I heard God’s presence whisper — 

1 knew that He was there. 

— Frank G. Weaver. 

If we make a great silence in the heart, we shall hear God speak. 

Tread in solitude thy pathway. 

Quiet heart and undismayed. 

Thou skalt know things strange, mysteriom, 
Which to thee no voice has said. 



April 5 

. I know whom I have trusted , , 

' (2 Tim. 1:12, Traais.) 

gOD loves an uttermost confidence in Himself — ^to be wholly 
1 trusted! This is the suhlimest of all the characteristics of 
I a true Christian — the basis of character. 

I Is there anything that pleases you more than to be 
trusted — to have even a little child look up into your face, 
and put out its hand to meet yours, and come to you confidingly? 
By so much as God is better tihian you are, by so much more does 
He love to be trusted. 

There is a Hand stretched out to you; a Hand with a wound in 
the palm of it. Reach out the hand of your faith to clasp it, and cling 
to it, for ‘‘without faith it is impossible to please God.” 

— Henry Van Dyke. 

Reach up as far as you can, and God will reach down all the rest 
of the way. — Bishop Vincent. 

Not what, but WHOM I do believe! 

That, in my darkest hour of need. 

Hath comfort that no mortal creed 
To mortal man may give. 

Not what, hut WHOM! 

For Christ is more than all the creeds, 

And His full life of gentle deeds 
Shall all the creeds outlive. 

Not what I do believe, but WHOM! 

WHO wallcs beside me in the gloom? 

WHO shares the burden wearisome? 

WHO all the dim way doth illume, 

And bids me look beyond the tomb 
The larger life to live? 

Not what I do believe, BUT WHOM! 

Not what, 

But WHOM! 

— John Oxenham. 

1 have always felt so sorry in that walk to Emmaus the disciples 
had not said to Jesus, “We still trust”; instead of “We trusted.” 

Let us never put our faith, as these disciples did, in a past tense 
— “We trusted.” But let us ever say, “I am trusting." 

Tis so sweet to trust in Jesusl’ 


April 6 

. . Every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it 
may bring forth more fruit (John 15:2,) 

I the violin-makers of the Middle Ages wished to form 

perfect instrument, they caused the selected tree to be 
I felled at a particular period of its growth. The wood was 
I then planed and cut into small pieces. These were exposed 
^ to the heat of the sun and to the winter’s storms; then they 
were bent, rubbed, polished, and finally fastened together with in- 
comparable skill. 

If the wood could have found tongue, doubtless it would have 
begged to grow in the forest, to rustle its branches, and to bear its 
h'uit as its companions were left to do, becoming at last a part of 
sodden earth. But it was this harsh treatment that made out of 
common boards the Stradivari violin, whose music still charms the 

God of the gallant trees 
Give to us fortitude; 

Give as Thou givest to them 
Valorous hardihood! 

We are the trees of Thy planting, O God, 
We are the trees of Thy wood. 

Now let the life-sap run 
Clean through our every vein. 

Perfect what Thou hast begun 
God of the sun and rain. 

Thou who dost measure the weight of the wind. 

Fit us for stress and strain. 

— Amy Wilson Carmichael. 
Be weather-worn timber! 

April 7 

‘'Study to .shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that 
needeth not to he ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.” 

(2 Tim. 2:15.) 

H ilSUS CHRIST is the heart of the Bible. He is the Shiloh 
in Genesis; the I AM in Exodus; the Star and Sceptre in 
Numbers; the Rock in Deuteronomy; the Captain of the 
Lord’s Host in Joshua; and the Redeemer in Job. He is 
David’s Lord and Shepherd in the Psalms; in the Song of 
Songs He is the Beloved; in Isaiah He is the Wonderful, the Coun- 
sellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, and the Prince of 
Peace. In Jeremiah He is the Lord our Righteousness; in Daniel 


He is the Messiah; in Zechariah He is the Branch, in Haggai He is 
the Desire of all Nations; in Malachi He is the Messenger of the 
Covenant and the Sun of Righteousness; in the Book of Revelation 
He is the Alpha and the Omego, and also the Morning Star. 

I supposed I knew my Bible, 

Reading piecemeal, hit or miss. 

Now a hit of John or Matthew, 

Now a snatch of Genesis, 

Certain chapters of Isaiah, 

Certain Psalms (the twenty-third!) 

Twelfth of Romans, first of Proverbs— 

Yes, I thought I knew the Word! 

But I found that thorough reading 
Was a different thing to do. 

And the way was unfamiliar 
When I read the Bible through. 

You who like to play at Bible, 

Dip and dabble here and there. 

Just before you kneel, aweary. 

And yawn through a hurried prayer, 

Y ou who treat the crown of writings 
As you treat no other hook — 

Just a paragraph disjointed, 

Just a crude, impatient look — 

Try a worthier procedure, 

Try a broad and steady view; 

You will kneel in very rapture. 

When you read the Bible through! 

— Selected. 

Mark your Bible. It will emblazon glorious truths. Well-springs 
of inspiration will stand out like electric signs in the night. 

Said Dr. Frank Crane: “Commit something to memory every 
day. Thus train the waters of the great Reservoir of wisdom to irri- 
gate your daily life.” 

Today may I discover riches which have hitherto been hidden 
from me! 

‘"All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is ^^ofitable 
for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in right- 
eousness: That the man of God may be perfect, throughly fur- 
nished unto all good works.” (2 Timoday S: 16, 17.) 



April 8 

"But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; 
they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and 
not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint” (Isa. 40:31.) 

^y^lHERE was a hero once who, when an overwhelming force 
was in full pursuit, and all his followers were urging him 
® more rapid flight, coolly dismounted to repair a flaw in 
IS his horse’s harness. While busied with the broken buckle, 
the distant cloud swept down in nearer thunder; but just 
as the prancing hoofs and eager spears were ready to dash upon 
him, the flaw was mended, and like a swooping falcon he had van- 
ished from their view. The broken buckle would have left him on 
the field a dismounted and inglorious prisoner; the timely delay 
sent him in safety back to his Wstling companions. 

There is in daily life the same unfortunate precipitance and the 
same profitable delay. The youth who from his prayerless awaken- 
ing bounces into the hours of the day, however good his talents and 
great his diligence, is only galloping upon a steed harnessed with 
a broken buckle, and must not marvel if, in his hottest haste or most 
hazardous leap, he be left inglorious in the dust; and though it may 
occasion some little delay beforehand, his neighbor is wiser who 
sets all in order before the march begins. 

We cannot rush through a chapter of the Bible and come out of 
it laden with the Word. That is the reward of patient and leisurely 
movement. Dr. Joseph Parker advised a young minister never to 
“gallop” through the Scriptures. “Go slowly, and look around.” 

What do motorists see of the wayside flowers when they are 
racing along at fifty or sixty miles an hour? And what do they 
hear of the song of birds, and what do they see of the movements of 
the sky, graceful things which only venture out when everything 
is quiet and still? The beauty of the Word is the reward wliich is 
given to the soul which moves with reverent and unhasty steps. 
If we rush along we shall miss it! 

April 9 

“. . . Lovest thou me more than these?” (John 21:15.) 

is “things” that hinder a clear vision of Christ in many 
lives. A tiny steel splinter in the eye of a friend robbed 
him of half his vision for the balance of his life. “Things” 
keep many from lives of obedience. “Things” may rob us 
^®»«^Hof God's best — ^things present and things to come, little 
things and big things, real tfings and imaginary things. Beautiful 
lives have been wrecked by mere “things.” “Things” — ^just “things” 
—will find some unprepared when Jesus comes. Again and 


again our attention is held by “things,” attractive, beautiful wonder- 
ful! Sweet but subtle voices speak: “They are yours! Take them!” 
But a faithful Voice whose identity cannot be mistaken by the child 
of God, says, “Things, or Christ?” And we are called upon to make 
another choice. We have answered the question, “Barabbas, or Je- 
sus?” And now comes another which leads to a second crisis, 
“Things, or Christ — a real, indwelling, living Christ, actuating the 
life and filling it with holy joy!” 

“I count all things but loss,” said St. Paul. 

Paul, are you not mistaken? It is necessary for you to give up 
only what is harmful, distasteful, or sinful! 

“What things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ.” 
But you would certainly make a difference; some things are really 
worthwhile, and Christians are not to lose these! 

“What things were gain to me, those I coxmted loss for Christ.” 
But listen, Paul, I speak of things that are truly advantageous. 
“What things were gain . . .” 

But Paul, leave us a few things! Why should we be deprived? Is 
not your way too narrow? Modify your testimony somewhat, for 
we are young, and yours is a hard way! Do you insist that we may 
not have even a few things, the very best things? 

“Yea doubtless, and I covuit aU things but loss for the excellency 
of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suf- 
fered the loss of all things . . . that I may win Christ.” 

There is no easier pathway to God’s best. The price is small, the 
gain is great. We give up oxxr own little contracted life and receive 
in return a rich, full, overflowing, triumphant, victorious, and abun- 
dant life. 

He ventured all: the loss of place, and power, and love of kin — 

O bitter loss! O loneliness and pain! 

He gained the Christ! Who would not dare the loss 

Such priceless bliss to win? 

Christ for today, and each tomorrow — Christ! 

— J. Mannington Dexter. 

*‘Then Peter began to say unto him, Lo, we have left all, 
and have followed thee. And Jesus answered and said, Verily 
I say unto you. There is no man that hath left house, or breth- 
ren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or 
lands, for my sake, and the gospel’s. But he shall receive an 
hundredfold now in this time, houses, and brethren, and sisters, 
and mothers, and children, and lands, with persecutions; and in 
the world to come eternal life." (Mark 10:28-30.) 


April 10 

"... A vessel unto honor, sanctified, and meet for the master’s 
use, and prepared unto every good work” (2 Tim. 2:21.) 

WESLEY, a classical scholar gifted with a virile mind, 
^Sgave himself fiiily to God and consecrated all his powers 
^Mto His service. Although possessed of a scholar’s love for 
books, he spent most of his life m the saddle and m the 
active duties of a most strenuous life. With a passionate 
love for art, especially for music and architecture, he turned away 
from their charms to blow the gospel trumpet with all his might. 
With a more-than-ordinary longing for the sweets and comforts 
of human love, he arose above disappointments which would have 
crushed ordinary men, forgot his “inly-bleeding heart” (his own 
expression) , and gave himself unreservedly to the work of binding 
up the brokenhearted. Visiting the beautiful grounds of an Eng- 
lish nobleman, he said, “I, too, have a ravish for these things — ^but 
there is another world!” John Wesley followed a Homeless Stranger 
— the Stranger of Galilee. 

If Thou dost need a hand today 

To clasp another hand on life’s rough way; 

Take mine, dear Lord, take mine. 

If Thou art needing feet to tread 
In paths where sin to woe is wed; 

Use mine, dear Lord, use mine. 

If thou art needing Ups today 
For words that help and heal, to say; 

Fill mine, dear Lord, fill mine. 

If Thou art needing eyes to see 
When souls begin to stray from Thee; 

Fit mine, dear Lord, fit mine. 

But cleanse, dear Lord, and purify. 

And then each talent sanctify; 

Of mine, dear Lord, of mine. 

— Mary E. Kendrew. 

“The placing of the Cross on Simeon’s shoulders glorified his 
whole career.”-— F. N. Boreham in The Ivory Spires. 

‘1 speak of my severe labors for the Gospel. I am ready even 
to die in the same cause. If I am required to pour out my 
life-blood as a libation over the sacrificial offering of your faith, 
I rejoice myself and I congratulate you all therein. Yea, in like 
manner I ask you also to rejoice and congratulate me. 

(Phil. 2:17, 18, Trans.) 


April U 

“"They looked unto him, and wet'e radiant” (Psalm 34:5, E.V.) 

the great missionary, Adoniram Judson, was home 
» w oW on furlough, he passed through Stonington, Connecticut. 

in those days the Stonington Line was the principal route 
between New England and New York, and the boys of the 
town often played about the wharves in the evening in 
the hope of catching a glimpse of some famous man. Two trains 
connected with the boat — an accommodation and an express. 

One evening, when the accommodation came in, one of the boys 
noticed a man whose appearance excited his curiosity and wonder. 
Never before had he seen such a light on any human face. Pres- 
ently it dawned on him that the man was the famous missionary 
whose picture he had once seen. He ran up the street to the min- 
ister’s to ask if he could be the man. The minister hurried back with 
him. Yes, the boy was right. But the minister, absorbed in conversa- 
tion with the missionary, forgot all about the boy who had brought 
him the news. The boy, silent, eager, unable to tear himself away, 
stood by and watched the wonderful face, the face like a benedic- 

Many years afterward, that boy, Henry Clay Trumbull, became 
a famous minister himself, and wrote a book of memories in which 
was a chapter entitled, “'V'^at a Boy Saw in the Face of Adoniram 
judson.” Doctor Trumbull, too, has passed into the presence of 
the Master whom he served, but the light in the missionary’s face 
still shines down the years. Friends to whom Doctor Trumbull told 
the story tell it to others, and the printed pages— who can tell to how 
many lives they have carried their message? 

The shining face is no mystery. Centuries ago the Psalmist knew 
the secret and wrote, “They looked unto him and were radiant.” 
It comes to those whose faces are always turned toward Him, as a 
flower turns toward the light. It was said at the time of the Boxer 
rebellion that Chinese Christians could not be disguised — the light 
in their faces betrayed them. The pity of it, that every Christian 
may not be Icnown by the shining of his face! 

— The Youth’s Companion. 

Is Christ in us? Be ours the glorious dower 
To show the Saviour shining in our face, 

And through our eyes forth-putting His sweet power 
To help the weak and wayward with His grace; 

Oh, let no sin in us these windows dim. 

Through which the world might catch some glimpse of Him. 

— R. Milton. 


April 12 

. .1 count all things hut loss for the excellency of the knowl~ 
edge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the 
loss of all things, . . . that I may win Christ” (Phil. 3: 8.) 

Mahoud, the conqueror of India, had taken the city 
ujarat, he proceeded, as was his custom, to destroy the 
, There was one, fifteen feet high, which its priests 
devotees begged him to spare. He was deaf to their 
entreaties, and seizing a hammer he struck it one blow 
when, to his amazement, from the shattered image there rained 
down at his feet a shower of gems — ^pearls and diamonds — a treasure 
of fabulous value, which had been hidden within it! Had he spared 
the idol, he would have lost all this wealth. Let us not spare our 
idols. It is to oxur interest to demolish them. If we shatter them, 
there will rain about our hearts the very treasures of heaven, the 
and graces of the Holy Spirit; but if we spare our idols, we 
miss the idches unsearchable. If you do not crown Him Lord of all, 
you do not crown Him Lord at all. 

— John MacNeil. 

The dearest idol I have known. 

Whatever that idol be, 

Help me to tear it from Thy throne, 

And worship only Thee. 

— William Cowper. 

April 13 

. . Henceforth . . . unto him, . . (2 Cor. 5:15.) 

THE cemetery of an English town there is a tombstone 
which attracts the attention of many visitors. It marks 
^ the grave where the celebrated Swedish singer, Jenny 
Lind, known as the Swedish Nightingale, was buried, and 
upon the stone is the text, “I know that my Redeemer 


Jenny Lind was born in 1820. When only seventeen she came from 
her native land, and her lovely voice took the concert-loving peo- 
ple by storm. The good Queen Victoria often was found in her 
audience and signally honored “the slim girl with a marvelous 
voice,” as she was called, by throwing to her a bouquet of flowers. 
From the crowned heads of Europe Jenny Lind received honor, 
md gifts were showered upon her from all sides. Wealth poured 
in, but ah her success did not make her proud or exacting, as is so 
often the case, and she humbly wrote to a friend in later years, “My 
unceasing prayer is that what I gave to my fellows may continue to 


live on through eternity and that the Giver of the gift and not the 
creature to whom He lent it may be acknowledged.” 

A certain writer has remarked, “Nothing is more astonishing about 
the career of Jenny Lind than its comparative shortness. She sang 
in the English opera for only two years and retired practically in 
five years after her first appearance in London, though she appeared 
occasionally during the next few years, but chiefly for charities.” 

To many it would seem strange circumstances which led a young 
girl to abandon such a promising career and retire to the quietness 
of an English country home. On one occasion she sat on the sea- 
shore, reading a Bible, when one who greatly admired her beauti- 
ful voice saw her and asked, “How is it, madam, that you abandoned 
the stage at the very height of your success?” Jenny Lind gave the 
following reason: “When every day it made me think less of this” — 
laying her hand upon the open Bible, “what else could I do?” What 
a beautiful answer and how convincing! It was the knowledge that 
this precious Book had brought her — the knowledge of a Saviour’s 
love which led her to abandon what the world counts of such value 
— riches, honor and popularity. 

One of her great successes was in the oratorios in which she sang 
with deepest feeling “The Messiah,” and doubtless the words of it 
meant more to her than human voice could express. She knew the 
Lord Jesus as her Redeemer, the One who loved her and gave Him- 
self for her, and that love constrained her to withdraw from the 
stage and henceforth live “unto Him who died and rose again.” 

Crown Him with many crowns, 

The Lamb upon the throne; 

Hark, how the heavenly anthem drowns 
All music but His own: 

Awake, my soul, and sing 
Of Him who died for thee. 

And hail Him as the matchless King 
Through all eternity. 

— Sir George J. Mvey. 

“May I not covet the world’s greatness if it cost me the crown of 
life!” — Dr. Jowett. 

‘‘And they sung a new song, . . , Saying with a loud voice. 
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and 
riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and 
blessing,” (Rev. 5:9, 12.) 



Fm afraid that He hadn’t because I have read 
How He prayed in the garden alone; 

For all of His friends and disciples had fled — 

Even Peter, the one called a stone. 

And, oh, I am sure that little black dog. 

With a heart so tender and warm. 

Would never have left Him to suffer alone, 

But creeping right under His arm, 

Would have licked the dear fingers, in agony clasped; 

And counting all favors hut loss. 

When they took Him away would have trotted behind. 

And followed Him to the cross! 

— Elizabeth Gardner Reynolds. 

Oh, that we may not fail Him when love comes to that testing 

April 17 

“And I will pray the Father, and he shall give you another 
Comforter, that he may abide with you for ever.” (John 14:16.) 

"SHERE is a guide in the deserts of Arabia who is said never 
I to lose his way. They call him “The Dove Man.” He car- 
I ries in his breast a homing pigeon with a very fine cord 
I attached from the pigeon to one of his arms. When in any 
doubt as to which path to take, the guide throws the bird 
in the air. The pigeon qiuckly strains at the cord to fly in the di- 
rection of home and so leads his master unerringly. They call that 
guide “The Dove Man.” The Holy Spirit, the heavenly Dove, is 
willing and able to lead us if we wiU only allow Him to do so. 

Awalce to the Presence that is always in the fully surrendered life! 

“The Holy Spirit is our indwelling Partner.”— Dr. J. H. Jowett. 

A beautiful story is told by the Norwegian author, Ibsen. It is a 
story of newly weds. One winter evening they were out on a hike 
through the mountains. The snow lay deep, and the villagers 
warned them of the dangers of an avalanche. But these two in 
their new-found love thought naught of danger, only laughed at 
the warnings. Waving a farewell to the villagers they shouted back 
the cry, “There is no precipice too steep for two.” 

J esus, these eyes have never seen 
That radiant form of Thine; 

The veil of sense hangs dark between 
Thy blessed face and mine. 


I see Thee not, I hear Thee not. 

Yet Thou art oft with me; 

And earth has ne’er so dear a spot 
As where I meet with Thee. 

— Dr. Ray Palmer. 

Unseen but not unknown! 

A Boston student once came to Phillips Brooks greatly troubled 
in mind. “Bishop Brooks,” he asked, “is conscious personal fellow- 
ship with Jesus Christ a part of Christianity?” The great preacher 
was sUent a moment, and then with impressive earnestness he re- 
plied: “Conscious personal fellowship with Jesus is Christianity.” 

April 18 

a son, then an heir,. . .” (Gal. 4: 7.) 

DYING judge said to his pastor, “Do you know enough 
about law to understand what is meant by joint tenancy?” 

“No,” was the reply; “I know nothing about law; I 
know a little about grace, and that has satisfied me.” 
“Well,” he said, “if you and I were joint tenants on a 
fai-m I could not say to you, ‘That is your hill of com, and this is 
mine; that is your blade of grass, and this is mine,’ but we would 
share alike in everything on the place. I have just been lying here 
and thinking with unspeakable joy that Christ Jesus has nothing 
apart from me; that everything He has is mine, and that we will 
share alike through aU eternity.” — Selected. 

Oh, how sweet a sight it is to see a cross betwixt Christ and us, 
to hear our Redeemer say, at every sigh, and every blow and every 
loss of a believer, “Half Mine!” — Samuel Rutherford. 

“From whence shall we buy bread?” The Master said “WE!” 


“I cannot do it alone; 

The waves run fast and high, 

And the fogs close chill around, 

And the light goes out in the sky; 

But I know that We Two shall win — 
in the end: 

— Jesus and I. 

“I cannot row it myself — 

The boat on the raging sea — 

But beside me sits Another, 

Who pulls or steers — with me; 

And I know that We Two shall come 
safe into port, 

— His child and He. 



*‘Cov>aTd and wayward and weak, 

J change with the changing sky; 

Today, so eager and brave. 

Tomorrow, not caring to try: 

But He never gives in; so We Two 
shall win! 

— Jesus and L 

^‘Strong and tender and true, 

Crucified once jor me; 

Ne’er will He change, I know. 

Whatever I may be. 

But all He says I must do — 

Ever from sin to keep free; 

We shall finish our course, and reach 
Home at last! 

— His child and He” 

An old Negro’s prayer: “O Lord, help me to remember that 
nothin’ is goin' to happen to me today that You and me together 
can’t handle." 

April 19 

**Vnto you therefore which believe he is precious: . . 

(1 Peter 2: 7.) 

UST’S presence is everything. John Brown, of Hadding- 

! ton, said he would not exchange the learning of one hour’s 
fellowship with Christ for all the liberal learning in ten 
thousand universities during ten thousand years, even 
though angels were to be his teachers. Phillips Brooks 
was once crossing the Atlantic and a young man, a fellow-passen- 
ger, having an intense desire for an interview with him, went to 
his cabin door and knocked gently. As no answer was received he 
quietly opened the door, to find the great saint of God prostrate 
upon the floor, his hands raised to heaven and his lips moving in 
prayer. These were the words which he heard; “O Lord Jesus, 
Thou hast filled my life with peace and gladness. To look into Thy 
face is earth’s most exquisite joy." 

Turn your eyes upon Jesus, 

Look full in His wonderful Face, 

And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, 

In the light of His glory and grace. 

— Helen Howarth Lemmet 

*^Be brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over 
me was love.” (Song of Solomon 2; 4.) 


April 20 

‘‘Ye are the light of the world. .. .let your light so shine, . . 

(Matt. 5: 14, 16.) 

keeper of a lighthouse at Calais was boasting of the 
brightness of his lantern, which could be seen ten leagues 
at sea. A visitor said to him, “What if one of the lights 
should chance to go out?” “Never! Impossible!” he cried, 
horrified at the thought. “Sir,” said he, pointing to the 
ocean, “yonder, where nothing can be seen, there are ships going 
out to all parts of the world. If tonight one of my burners went out, 
within six months would come a letter, perhaps from India, perhaps 
from America, perhaps from some place I never heard of, saying, 
on such a night, at such an hour, the light of Calais burned dim, the 
watchman neglected his post and vessels were in danger! Ah, 
sir, sometimes in the dai-k nights, in stormy weather, I look out to 
sea and feel as if the eyes of the whole world were looking at my 
light. Go out? Burn dim? Never!” 

Brightly beams our Father’s mercy, 

From His lighthouse evermore 
But to us He gives the keeping 
Of the lights along the shore. 

Dark the night of sin has settled, 

Loud the angry billows roar; 

Eager eyes are watching, longing, 

For the lights along the shore. 

Trim your feeble lamp, my brother: 

Some poor sailor tempest tossed. 

Trying now to make the harbor. 

In the darkness may be lost. 

Let the lower lights be burning! 

Send a gleam across the wave! 

Some poor fainting, struggling seaman 
You may rescue, you may save. 


“For ye were sometimes darkness, but now are ye light in the 
Lord: walk as children of light: ...” (Eph. 5: 8.) 

“Lord, keep me shining for Thee, 

Oh, keep me shining for Thee; 

In a world wrapt in night. 

Keep me pure, keep me white; 

Lord, keep me shining for Thee! 

— Chalvar A. Gabriel. 


April 21 

. . In thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there 
are pleasures for evermore” (Psalm 16: 11,) 


H T the time when clocks were first being made to chime, 
the following words in a window — “Clocks converted to 
chiming” — caught the writer’s eye. 

“Conversion to chiming” is precisely what many need 
nowadays. In the midst of gloom and worry what a call 
there is for bright Christians who can advertise the grace of God 
which is able to dispel all sorrow and care! 

Many are converted who yet are far from “chiming,” and they 
require the change which can fill their lives with a music ne%’’er 
dying, ever singing. Chimes are striking constantly — often every 
quarter of an hour, always every hour. Are we not often silent in- 
stead of chiming Christians? 

Oh, the sheer joy of it! 

Living with Thee, 

God of the Universe, 

Lord of a tree. 

Maker of mountains. 

Lover of me. 

Oh, the sheer joy of it! 

Working with God, 

Running His ei~rands. 

Waiting His nod. 

Building His heaven 
On common sod. 

— Bishop Ralph S. Cushman. 

No half-measures for you. Follow heroically in Christ’s very 

My utmost for His highest. 

flowers carry dewdrops, trembling on the edges of the petals, 
md ready to fall at the first waft of wind or bi'ush of bird, so the 
heart shomd carry its beaded words of thanksgiving, and at fiie 
first breath of heavenly favor, let down the shower perfumed witli 
the heart’s gratitude. _H. W. Beecher. 



April 22 

"And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is 
not worthy of me'’ (Matt. 10:38.) 

^^^gaHERE is no way to Easter but by Calvaxy. Before you 
finally determine what you are going to do with your life, 
have ail the facts before you. And look! The 
Cross that looks like a colossal failure is but the open door 
that opens straight out into triumph for a loyal heart. 
Dare you take the recruit’s oath of allegiance, the vow the young 
soldier took before the battalion he was joining, that all he had — his 
very life — ^was not his any longer, but the emperor’s, and that he 
would be true to him till death? 

“Yet stay! Are you quite certain that you understand? That re- 
cruit’s vow took him into strange places; many a long vigil, many 
a breathless jeopardy. It meant weariness and wounds and perhaps 
a life tossed away with disdain rather than break or yield. ‘Dare 
you drink of the cup that I shall drink of?’ aslcs the Master. Dare 
you? Look into its depths again! Grace and forgiveness are there, 
most surely there! Yes, but far more! There is self-sacrifice, you 
understand, and loyalty, and determination that you are going to 
live in this new way. And dare you? Do you answer, looking 
straight into Christ’s eyes, ‘I say I will, I do; and please God, I shall 
stand to it!’ 

“Why, then, the grub is changing to a butterfly! For you Easter 
has dawned; in you the new life has indeed begun. A thing that 
was once only you has risen to a radiant splendor, with Christ’s 
character, Christ’s heart, Christ’s very ways!” 

— The Hero in Thy Soul, by Arthur John Gossip. 

Jesus Christ never hides the scars when He seeks for loyalty. 
He never promises ease to those whom He invites to companion- 
ship. The normal solvent for this world is not rosewater, but good 
red blood, warm and vital. 

"Is there no other way, O God, 
Except through sorrow, pain, and loss. 
To stamp Chrisifs image on my soul? 
No other way except the Cross?” 

And then a voice stills all my soul. 

As stilled the waves on Galilee: 
"Canst thou not bear the furnace heat, 
If 'mid the flames I walk with thee?” 


April 23 

“Wherefore Jesus also, that he might sanctify the people with 

his own blood, sufered without the gate” (Heb. 13:12.) 

K^^^^OROCLA,” Pilate cried as she entered the great hall, “where 
M J have you been? I have been mad with fear for you. With 
H^^^the street full of frenzied crowds and this intolerable 
P eclipse happening just now! I have had twenty soldiers 

out searching.” 

“I couldn’t tell you before I left, Pontius,” his wife lowered, “for 
you would not have permitted it. And I had to do it. It was the 
least thing I could do, for I must share with you the weight of this 
guilt. You sentenced Him to death. I could only stay beside Him 
as he died. I have been at Golgotha. There were other women. He 
often looked toward us. I wish He could have known who I was 
— understood that I was sxiifering with Him those awful hours. 

“Just before He died he raised His head. The darkness was lifting 
and we could see the glory on it. And He spoke clearly and strongly 
so that every one heard. ‘Father,’ He said, ‘into thy hands I com- 
mend my spirit.’ 

“At that ghastly time, when He was passing through the excrucia- 
tion of such a death, He could look up into the face of His God and 
call Him Father! Pontius, don’t you see what that must mean? 
A Father in Heaven! Not able to save his children from all pain, 
not even sometimes from tragedy, when all the threads of His world 
are so intertangled. But stDl their Father! Supporting them by 
His love! And suffering with them in the extremities of their lives! 

“O, Pontius, there at the foot of that unspeakable cross of agony 
I found Him! I found my God. I seemed all at once to see the gi'eat 
Heart of the universe through Jestis’ eyes.” 

— Agnes S. Turnbull, in Far Above Rubies. 

Thy unblemished body on the tree 

Was hared and broken to atone 
For me, for me 
Thy little one. 

— Christina Rossetti. 

In a Negro-spiritual chorus book the following searching lines 
are found: 

“Were you there when they crucified my Lord? 

Were you there when they nailed Him to the Tree? 

Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble! 

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?” 



April 24 

. . He stedfastly set his face to go to Jerusalem” (Luke 9: 51.) 

IHE firmness of His look expresses the Resolve to Take the 
I Rough Road. He made the choice that changed the world! 
I “Don’t be put out by anything,” was Captain MacWhir- 
I ris’ advice to his mate as the ship struggled in the crash 
of the elements. “Keep her facing it. They may say what 
they like, but the heaviest seas run with the wind. Facing it — ^al- 
ways facing it — that’s the way to get through. You are a young 
sailor. Face it. That’s enough for any man.” 

The Captain of our salvation faced the stormy tempest of Jeru- 
salem, Gethsemane, Golgotha. He is our great pattern of endur- 
ance and triumph. By Eds example and Spirit timid men are made 
brave, and shrinking men grow strong, and they who otherwise 
would run away become rooted to their task. They look the whole 
world in the face and fear no foe nor hostile circumstance. 

— John Macheath, M.A. 

"Girt with the fragile armor of youth, 

Child, you must ride into endless wars; 

With the sword of protest, the buckler of truth. 
And a banner of love to sweep the stars.” 

No wind serves him who has no destined port. 
"The life of drift never reaches harbors; 

It reaches the quicksands and the reef.” 

April 25 

"The Lord shall count, when he writeth up the people, that 
this man was born there.” (Psalm 87:6.) 

New York City there is in process of construction one 
of the most beautiful and imposing religious structures in 
the world. In that beautiful sanctuary there have been 
placed nineteen heroic figures, one for each of the nine- 
teen centxiries of Christian history. Each figure is that of 
one of the great heroes of the race — some flaming soul that has 
btxmed itself out for humanity. A block of unchiseled marble stands 
in the twentieth place; prophetic of the faith of the builders that 
this century shall also produce a hero worthy of a place among these 

As yet the world does not see that hero upon the horizon, but the 
century is stiU yoimg and God is not dead! We await his arrival! 

“Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a 
time as this?” 



The hero is not fed on sweets, 

Daily his oion heart he eats; 

Chambers of the great are jails. 

And headwinds right for royal sails. 

— Emerson. 

No man can accomplish that which benefits the ages and not suf- 
fer. Discoverers do not reap the fruit of what they discover. Re- 
formers are pelted and beaten. Men who think in advance of their 
time are persecuted. They who lead the flock must fight the wolf. 

— Henry Ward Beecher. 

What! shall one monk, scarcely known be- 
yond his cell, 

Front Rome’s far-reaching bolts, and scorn 
her frown? 

Brave Luther answered, “Yes.” That thun- 
der’s swell 

Rocked Europe, and discharmed the triple 

crown. — Lowell. 

April 26 

“From henceforth let no man trouble me: for I bear in my 
body the marks of the Lord Jesus.” (Gal. 6:17.) 

“But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised 
for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; 
and with his stripes we are healed.” (Isa. 53: 5.) 

ARIBALDI, the great Italian reformer of a past genera- 
tion, in a fiery speech urged some thousands of Italy’s 
young men to fight for the freedom of their homeland. 
One timid yoxmg fellow approached him, asking, “If I 
fight, sir, what will be my reward?” Swift as a lightning 
flash came the uncompromising answer: “Wounds, scars, bruises, 
and perhaps death. But remember that through your bruises Italy 
will be free.” 

Hast thou no scar? 

No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand? 

I hear thee sung as mighty in the land, 

I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star, 

Hast thou no scar? 

Hast thou no wound? 

Yet I was wounded hy the archers, spent, 

Leaned me against a tree to die; and rent 
By ravening wolves that compassed me, I swooned; 

Hast thou no wound? 

mountain tbailways for youth 


No wound? No scar? 

Yet, as the Master shall the servant be. 

And pierced are the feet that follow Me; 

But thine are whole; can he have followed far 
Who hath no wound nor scar? 

—A. W. C. 

April 27 

. . When thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, . . . 
He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall he satis- 
fied: (Isa. 53: 10, 11.) 


S T IS true that He emptied Himself. He laid aside the out- 
ward appearance of Deity. His Godhead was veiled. But 
it was there! Again and again His Godhead showed itself. 
As man, He slept in the boat. As God, He calmed the 
waves. As man, He wept. As God, He cried, “Lazarus, 
come forth!’* As man. He was laid in the tomb — as God, He arose! 

— A. E. Hughes. 

Calvary has no date. “The Lamb slain from the foundation of 
the world.” 

‘"Oh, the love that drew salvation’s plan. 

Oh, the grace that brought it down to man. 

Oh, the mighty gulf that God did span 
At Calvary! 

“Mercy there was great, and grace was free, 

Pardon there was multiplied to me. 

There my burdened soul found liberty. 

At Calvary!” 

“Calvary stills all questions.” 

“The Cross spells two stories: one in black— ugly black— the story 
of sin. Sin carpentered the Cross, and wove the thorns, and drove 
the nails — our sin! And a story too, in red — ^bright-flowing red— the 
story of LOVE, HIS LOVE that yielded to the Cross and nails and 
shame for us! And only the passion of His love burning within 
wiU make us hate sin, as only HIS BLOOD can wash it out. 

“The hill of the Cross is the highest hill on earth in its signif- 
icance. There hate’s worst and love’s best met.” 


— Dr. S. D. Gordon. 

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April 28 

“I have trodden the winepress alone. . . (Isa. 63: 3.) 

! JSUS on the Cross, the center figure, and on either side 
of 'FTIm is a thief. Where were the Twelve, the faithful 
dozen who had the inestimable privilege of walldng with 
Jesus and of being trained by Him— where were they? 
Judas betrayed Him; Peter denied Him; Thomas doubted 
Him; and they all forsook Him and fied. 


So one bp one they turned away from Him, 

Until He stood alone on Pilate’s floor; 

A tired young Man, yet stalwart, straight, and slim, 
Whose heart was broken, yet whose visage bore 
Such depths of peace the rulers paused, afraid, 
And murmured, "Tell the sin this Man has done’* 
(In all Jerusalem none came to aid.) 

The cry rang hack, "He says He is God’s Son!” 

He says He is God’s Son . . . Oh, where were they, 

The halt, the deaf, the blind He had made well? 

Why did they not come running swift to say, 

"We are His proof!” They had so much to tell! 

I censure them — and yet because of me 
Christ kneels alone sometimes in Calvary. 

— Helen Welshimer. 

Let us go back to Calvary, fall down at His feet, look up into 
His face, and seek to underst^d His heart till such a love for Him 
shall be kindled as shall gather up and focus all the forces of our 
lives into a biiming and shining flame! 

April 29 

..As it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came 
Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre.” 

(Matt. 28: 1.) 


3 Garden of the Sepulchre lay hiished beneath the light 
I —of day’s first glimmer . . . wet and gleaming with the 
I dews of night— when suddenly upon the wind a little 
I soimd was borne — and God’s own Son came walking m 
the beaulT' of the Dawn. 

Eve^ little bird y^ured out its rapture on the air; every blossom 
trembled in an of prayer . , . Every Spring leaf danced for 


Joy on every startled tree — ^in that first glad glorious Davm of 
Christianity.” — ^Patience Strong, 


Behold the dawn! When Jesus rose, triumphant o*er the last of foes, 
When angels rolled away the stone, the living Lord came to His 

Behold the dawn! Amid the flowers, the Master walked those 
morning hours; 

With His disciples kept His tryst, revealed to them the living Christ, 

Behold the dawn! With morning’s breath. He rose victorious over 

From fear He set His people free, and brought them immortality. 
Awake and give Him worthy praise, as ever down the ageless days 
Rings out a song, to greet the sun, a song of life forever won. 

— H. Alexander Matthews. 


A new dawn broke with the sweet glory of spring, the music of 
bird song, the fragrance of lilies, and in the first rays of that morn- 
ing light, troubled women foxmd an open tomb. A messenger in 
white spoke the most glorious word ever uttered to mankind: “He 
is not here! He is risen!” 

“Because I live ye shall live also.” We shall have our Easter 
mom, by the same divine power. Of us, too, it shall be said, “He is 
not here!” This is om* faith; this is the great hope of Easter morning. 

“Where is Kanderstag?” a traveler in Switzerland asked a lad 
along the road. “I do not know where Kanderstag is,” replied the 
lad, “but there’s the road that leads to it.” I do not know where 
Life Hereafter is, but Easter Dawn is the road that leads to it. 

— Bruce S, Wright. 

April 30 

"He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. . . (Matt. 28; 6.) 

WAS going down a street in Chicago, when in a window 
I saw a very beautiful picture of the crucifixion. As I 
gazed spellbound at the vividly pictured story, I suddenly 
became conscious that at my side stood a street urchin. 
He, too, was gazing, and his tense expression made me 
know that “The Crucifixion” had really gripped his little soul. 
Touching him on the shoulder, I said, “Sonny, what does it mean?” 
“Doncha know?” he asked, his face full of marvel at my iterance. 
“That there man is Jesus, and them others is Roman soldiers, and 



the woman that’s cryin’ is His mother, and,” he added, “they 
killed Him.” 

I was loathe to leave that window, but I could not tarry always 
at the world’s tragedy, so I turned and walked quietly down the 
street. In a moment I heard pattering footsteps at my heels, and 
there stood my little street urchin. “Say, mister,” he breathlessly 
announced, I fergot to tell yer, He rose againr — Selected. 

“The sign of our faith is an empty Cross, an empty tomb-~‘He is 
not here; for he is risen!’ ” 


A Mother and her Child; 

A wondrous Boy, 

A dead man raised to life; 

A few poor fishermen, 

An Upper Room, 

A feast, a garden and a judgment hall. 

A crown of thorns, a scourge, 

A bitter Cross; 

A great stone rolled away 
And tears; 

A springtime morning 

And an empty tomb; 

A Feast, a Blessing and a Risen Christ. 

— Mary Winter Ware. 

“Oh, let me live as if He died 
But yestertide; 

And I myself had seen and touched 
His pierced side." 

May 1 

**Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know 
my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and 
lead me in the way everlasting.” (Psalm 139: 23, 24.) 

j^S *^jOHN RUSKIN, in his Ethics of the Dust, answers the 
question, “What can mud become when God takes it in 
hand?” He replies, “Well, what is mud? First of all, mud 
Law is clay and sand, and ixsually soot and a little water.” 

Then he says, “When God takes it in hand He transforms 
Ae clay into a sapphire, for a sapphire is just that; and the sand 
into an opal, for that is the analysis of an opal; and the soot into 
a diamond, for a diamond is just carbon which has been trans- 
formed by God; and the soiled water into a bidght snow crystal, 
for that is what the crystals are when God takes the water up into 
the heaven and sends it back again.” 



Let God have your life. He can, do more with it than you 

— D. L. Moody. 


Diamonds are only chunks of coal 
That stuck to their jobs, you see; 

If they’d petered out, as most of us do. 

Where would the diamonds be? 

It isn’t the fact of making a start, 

Ifs the sticking that counts. Vll say, 

Ifs the fellow that knows not the meaning of fall, 

But hammers and hammers away. 

Whenever you think you’ve come to the end. 

And you’re beaten as bad as can he. 

Remember that diamonds are chunks of coal, 

That stuck to their jobs, you see. 

•—Virginia Call. 

May 2 

"Now thanks he to God who leadeth us forth in the train of 
His triumph. . . .” (2 Cor. 2: 14, Trans.) 

TRAVELER through the Rockies once noted in the deep 
snow what seemed to be a trail of a solitary soldier lead- 
ing up the gullies and passes. Wondering how a man 
alone could undertake such a journey on foot, he turned 
to the Indian guide and inquired. The guide answered: 
“The trail which you see is not that of a solitary soldier; it is that 
of a whole tribe of braves of my nation, who are on the warpath 
against our foes; before went our mighty Chief with tomahawk 
and bow and his gorgeous war paint, the eagle feathers nodding 
over his head. He made the trail. After him came the warriors in 
single file, each one stepping exactly in the footprints of the Cliief. 
This track looks like a solitary track of a perishing wanderer, but 
it is the trail of a nation of warriors and braves stepping in the 
footprints of their Chief, and where they go, victory follows.” 

Youthful crusaders, do you see that narrow track leading up to 
Calvary? Do you see the bloody footprints of our great Chief? 
That trail means victory. It alone leads to a crown and a throne. 
Before goes the Chief. Behind Him follow the serried ranks of the 
brave soldiers of God. Victory ever follows, has ever followed, wiU 
ever follow the youth who steps in that track, for the old rugged 
Cross is the attraction. 

"The Son of God goes forth to war, 

A kingly crown to gain; 

His blood-red banner streams afar. 

Who follows in His train?” 



May 3 

. , There came a woman having an alabaster box of oint- 
ment of spikenard very precious; and she brake the box, and 
poured it on his head.” (Mark 14; 3.) 

f'S“S^O WHAT purpose is this waste? Yet it had no fragrance 
till it was broken; the hour of its triumph was the hour of 
its tragedy; and it filled ALL the house in the act of its 

The Rabbis relate that King Solomon’s greatest fereas- 
tire was a vase containing the Elixir of Life, a medicine so powerful 
that anyone taking even the smallest amount would live forever. 
Accordingly, people from time to time would send to beg a little 
of the famous elixir, but the king would always refuse. His friends, 
when they became old, or ill, would beseech him to grant them, if 
it were only ever so tiny, a taste, but he would always excuse him- 
self saying that if he gave it to one, all would be asking for it, 
and there would be none left for himself. At last he lay on his 
own deathbed and sent for his still lonopened vase, thinking that 
he would take its contents and live forever. It was brought and 
opened, but in it was nothing. The elixir had vanished because it 
was not used; whereas had it been distributed freely, it would have 
increased more and more. — McVeigh Harrison. 

“Not in husbanding our strength, but in yielding it in service; not 
in burying our talents, but in administering them; not in hoarding 
our seed in the bam, but in scattering it; not in following an earthly 
human policy, but in surrendering ourselves to the will of God, do 
we find the pathway to fruitfulness.” 

May 4 

“Come now, and let m reason together, saith the Lord: 
though your sins he as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; 
though they he red like crimson, they shall he as wool.” 

(Isa. 1: 8.) 

HNE day when Dr. P. B. Meyer was speaking he paused in 
'I the middle of his address. Stooping down, he picked up 
I from the floor an old discarded violin string which had 
I been flung away by one of the players in the orchestra. 
Holding it up, he said, “There shall never any more mu- 
sic come out of this; but contrariwise, though your life be broken 
and your heart full of sin, God can bring harmony out of them 

That is what the transforming power of grace does to broken 
human lives! 



Many a man is a harp with many a broken string*, imperfect, 
defective; but if he will yield to the influences of the Holy Spirit, 
God can bring forth heavenly music from his soul. From an out- 
cast of the highways he can become a guest at the marriage feast 
of the Lamb. 

One of the greatest triumphs of the famous Italian violinist, Pag- 
anini, was on an instrument with a single string. 

He shambled awkward on the stage, the while 
Across the waiting audience swept a smile. 

With clumsy touch, when first he drew the how 
He snapped a string. The audience tittered low. 

Another stroke! Off flies another string! 

With laughter now the circling galleries ring. 

Once more! The third string breaks its quivering strands, 
And hisses greet the player as he stands. 

He stands — while his genius, unbereft. 

Is calm — one string and Paganini left. 

He plays. The one string’s daring notes uprise 
Against the storm as if they sought the skies, 

A silence falls; then awe; the people how, 

And they who erst had hissed are weeping now; 

And when the last note, trembling, died away, 

Some shouted, “Bravo!” some had learned to pray. 

— Selected. 

May 5 

. . According as he hath promised, . . (Exod. 12: 25.) 

R. ANDREW MURRAY, the great devotional teacher of 
the past century, said, 

“When you get a promise from God it is worth jusf as 
much as fulfillment. A promise brings you into direct 
contact with God. Honor Him by trusting the promise 
and obeying Him.” Worth just as much as fulfillment! Do we 
grasp that truth often? Are we not frequently in the state of trying 
to believe, instead of realizing that these promises bring us into 
contact with God? “God’s promise is as good as His presence.” To 
believe and accept the promise of God is not to engage in some 
mental gymnastics where we reach down into our imaginations 
and begin a process of auto-suggestion, or produce a notional faith 
in which we argue with ourselves in an endeavor to believe God. 
It is absolute confidence in and reliance upon God through His 

By a naked faith in a naked promise I do not mean a hare assent 
that God is faithful, and that such a promise m the Book of God 
may be fulfilled in me, but a bold, hearty, steady venturing of my 



soul, body, and spirit upon the truth of the promise with an ap~ 
proprlatiiig act. 

“When once His word is past. 

When He hath said, ‘I will/ 

The thing shall come at last; 

God keeps His promise still." 

“And God said . . . aTtd it was so." (Genesis 1: 9.) 

May 6 

"... I am come that they might have life, and that they might 
have it more abundantly." (John 10: 10.) 

THRILL with expectancy; with my Father’s plan, with 
the world’s clarion call for lives, and with my soul 
aflame with willingness; therefore — 

Everything great and worthwhile in interesting experi- 
ence and the great unfolding of my life and character 
are up aliead. I am determined to live a radiant, victorious, over- 
coming life. It is coming. I am jubilant. I shall press on, for I 
know God leads, and life holds blessings untold. 

Father, I am assured. I leap from crag to crag up and on. For 
life to the full is mine. — Quests and Conquests. 

Be strong, O Youth, he strong! 

Yield not thy life to the low desire 
Nor falter at the tempter’s cast; 

Trust in thy God, He will inspire 
And give thee strength in every blast. 

Be strong, O Youth, he strong! 

Be brave, O Youth, he brave! 

The thoughtless throng will scoff and slight. 

And sometimes friends may pass thee by; 

The inner Voice will show the right 
And hold thee for thy purpose high. 

Be brave, O Youth, be brave! 

Arise, O Youth, arise! 

The cry of those in need today 
Is heard most clear from far and near; 

The summons heed, the call obey; 

Consider not thy life too dear. 

Arise, O Youth, arise! 



Press on, O Youth, py’ess on! 

Join hands with those who dare ascend, 

With courage strong, surmount the crest; 

And when the battle’s strife shall end 
Attain with joy the victor’s rest. 

Press on, O Youth, press on! — Selected. 

“And youth must strike for goals afar which old men dare not 


May 7 

"Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith.” 

(Heb. 12: 2.) 

go not look to yourselves! Do not be occupied with self. 
I In beholding the picture of your own soul, you can but 
I continue to reproduce yourself. Look to Jesus, and be- 
I holding Him you will be changed from glory to glory. In 
us there is nothing good, but in Him is the whole glory 
and holiness of God! 

In former years I was often desperately discouraged by the 
thought, “Why all the admonitions in Scripture to live a holy life, 
pleasing to God, if it is not possible to attain it?” I could not solve 
the problem of the disparity between personal experience and the 
ideal given us by God, and I was almost driven to desperation. 
Somehow, somewhere, I thought it must surely be possible to satisfy 
the Biblical requirements of God. Then God enlightened me, first, 
in the year nineteen hundred, through our little brother Oetzbach, 
in whom I saw God dwelt; he led a life of childlike harmony with 
His will, and received deliverance from a reproaching conscience 
and from the works of the flesh. I then saw that there was a holi- 
ness to be found in the gospel, in which the inner conflict ceased, 
and it was for me to find the key. The Lord led me by many paths, 
but He never allowed me to lose sight of this goal — ^this holiness 
that is possible in Christ. When we turn our eyes away from our- 
selves and fix them in faith on Him — then He gives us His right- 
eousness, not only imputed righteousness, but also the power to live 
righteous lives in Him. 

— Sister Eva of Friedenshort, 

"Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious prom- 
ises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, 
having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust.” 

(2 Peter 1: 4.) 



May 8 

. Be ye separate , . (2 Cor. 6: 17.) 

all dread to be separated from companions and friends, 
is hard to see them stand aloof and drop away, leaving 
B TO 113 to take a course by ourselves. The young girl finds 

ftij^BiM it hard to refuse the evening at the theater, and to stay 
at home when her gay companions have gone off 
in high spirits. The yoting city clerk finds it hard to refuse to join 
the “sweepstake,” which is being arranged on the occasion of some 
annual race. . . . And yet, if we really wish to be only for God, it 
is inevitable that there should be many a link snapped; many a 
companionship forsaken; many a habit and conventionalism 
dropped; just as a savage must gradually and necessarily 'abjure 
most of his past, ere he can be admitted into the society and friend- 
ship of his Exxropean teacher. . . . this be understood, that, when 
once our spirit has dared to take up that life of consecration to the 
will of God to which we are called, there break upon it visions, 
voices, conafortable words, of which the heart could have formed 
no previous idea. For brass He brings gold, and for iron, silver, 
and for wood, brass, and for stone, iron. . . . The sun is no more 
needed for the day, nor the moon for the night, because the Lord 
has become the everlasting light of the surrendered and separate 
heart — Dr. F. B. Meyer. 

‘Tve tried the broken cisterns, Lord, 

But, ah, the waters failed. 

E’en as I stooped to drink they fled, 

And mocked me as I wailed, 

‘Now none hut Christ can satisfy.’ ” 

Jesus never enters a life to make it poorer. 

“When God is pleased to bless men He loves, His hands have 
other gifts than silver and gold.” — Ian Maclaren. 

May 9 

“Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler . . 

(Psalm 91: 3.) 

noblest souls are the most tempted. The devil is a 
sportsman and likes big game. He makes the deadliest 
assaults on the richest natures, the finest minds, the no- 
blest spirits. — John L. Lawrence. 

Lord! the fowler lays his net 
In Thine evening hour; 

When our souls are full of sleep— 



Void of full power . . . 

Look! The wild fowl sees him not 
As he lays it lower! 

Creeping round the water's edge 
In the dusk of day; 

Drops his net, just out of sight. 

Weighted lightly! — Stay! 

You can see him at his work . . « 

Fly to Cod — and pray! 

Like the wild birds; knowing not 
Nets lie underneath! 

Gliding near the water's edge-— 

“Fowler’s snare” beneath — 

Little feet, caught in the net: 

Souls lie, near to death. 

But the promise still rings clear: 

“He delivers thee,” 

From the snare, however great 
He will set thee free. 

“Pluck my feet out of the net!” 

He delivers me. 

When Thou dost deliver, Lord, 

From the fowler's snare. 

Then — the glory is all Thine, 

Thou madest us aware, 

And though it was stealthy-laid. 

We saw it was there! 

— L. M. Warner, 

May 10 

“Wash, me throughly . . . cleanse me . . (Psalm 51: 2.) 

opened the door of the church,” recently wrote a 
pastor, “I heard a flutter of wings, and looking in, 
brightly-colored bird fly across the room over the 
ind dash against the window pane. It seemed dazed 

. t, but soon righted itself and made another dash 

across the room for a window on the other side. It made repeated 
attempts, growing almost frantic in its efforts to fly through the 
glass, and never seeming to learn that there may be hindrances to 
passage that cannot be seen by the eye. 

“At last it fell exhausted. I picked up the beautiful trembling 



creature and stroked its feathers gently, musing the while on an ex- 
pression that had come into mind as I watched the strange pro- 
cedure — “Invisible Barriers” As I stood thus it seemed to me that 
I was the church and that the Saviour was seeking entrance into 
my heart and life. To all appearances the way was open for Christ 
to come in; yet He had not come in the fullness I had longed for; 
I wondered why it was so. Now, I knew that it was the invisible 
barriers of my irmer life that only He and I could know about — 
invisible to all others — and these barriers within my soul were 
the closed door to the Saviour’s presence and power. 

“I realized now the meaning and the consequences of certain 
things. The thoughts that I had allowed myself to think many times 
— ^the Saviour could not come in and share those with me. There 
were plans and hopes that were not for the glory of God or the 
advancement of His Kingdom — the Saviour could not come in and 
share those with me. There were many pictures htmg upon the 
walls of my memory, ones that I left hanging there — the Saviour 
could not come into my soul until those wei'e taken down. There 
were selfishness and worldliness; there were pride and Jealousy; 
there was a condition that could be called “self-centered” instead of 
“God-centered” — the Saviour could not come in to live and work in 
me while such things held sway within. There were wrong emotions 
in the deep-down intents of my heart, the mire underneath what 
was apparently the pure, clear-flowing stream of life above— the 
Saviour could not come in while that condition was there. And 
there was lack of faith; failure to trust when the way was rough 
or the work apparently impossible — could the Saviour trust me 
when I did not trust Him? Could He believe in me when I did not 
believe in Him? Could we be partners in this great life of the 
Kingdom when I was not co-operating more fully than I was? 

“More than all of these, there was the stubborn will that would 
not submit. How strange it all seemed to me now as I stroked the 
bird and repeated again the words, “Invisible Barriers." 

“Flinging open the door of the chxorch, I set the bird free to fly 
off into the sky where it longed so much to go. Turning back, I faced 
the Master, pleading that He would help me and show me how to 
fling wide open all those invisible doors that I had closed against 
Him and let Him come in to live witib me and work with me and 
I with Him .” — A Young Minister’s Testimoriy. 

“Just as I am — Thy love unknown 
Has broken every barrier down — 

Now, to he Thine, yea. Thine alone, 

O Lamb of God, I come.” 

“Him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out” (John 6: 27). 



May 11 

“Ye have not chosen me, hut I have chosen you, and ordained 
you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit . . ” (John 15: 16.) 

r the hour of David’s anointing it dawned upon him that 
I his was a selected life — that he was set apart for an un- 
I usual destiny. What thought is greater than this to a soul 
I that is noble! — C. C. Hall. 

“Pearls and diamonds, emeralds and rubies have to be 
sought and found. They are not lying about as pebbles. Great men 
were once boys and must be searched for and found. David must 
be discovered, and it is Samuel’s crown of honor that it was he who 
did it. He found the boy and gave him his chance, and second only 
in honor to the great man is the man who discovers the great man 
who is yet untried and unheralded, and sets him on the way to 
3s.” — Robert W. Rogers. 

God’s wondrous plan — beyond our comprehension — 
To make of mortal man, companion for the King! 
“According to the power” that worketh in our being, 
The mighty power of God, the change must bring. 

Before the world was bom, God’s plan was started; 

“To be holy, without blemish,” we were chosen then in Him; 
When Jesus died, and rose again in triumph. 

He made the plan complete. He died to save from sin. 

The Spirit came — by faith I see the mystic union — 

The soul of man united to his God in love! 

Redeemed, he stands before the Throne in holy adoration, 
Redeemed on earth, hut home at last in heaven above. 

May 12 

“Commit thy way unto the Lord; trvLSt also in him; and he 
shall bring it to pass.” (Psalm 37:5.) 

aOU cannot live the Christian life unless you meet the Cap- 
I tain every day. The day is the only period of time marked 
I out for us, as it lies between the two black curtains of the 
I night. Every day meet the Captain. Have a space in that 
^ day for the interview, a place where you can easily gain 
i to His presence! 

“Crown Him as your Captain 
In temptation’s hour, 

Let His will enfold you 
In its light and power.” 


Our great Captain sometimes seems to lose a battle, but He never 
loses the war! 

I am not the master of my fate; 

That lies in wiser, abler hands; 

And I am captain of my soul 
Only if He beside me stands. 

He alone knows the quiet lanes 
Through which my little bark must steer; 

The rocks and shoals to me unknown 
To that keen eye are plain and clear. 

Black though the night be, as the pit. 

Unlighted by a single star, 

Steadfast He guides me on; to Him 
Alike the light and darkness are. 

Wild blasts upon my vessel sweep. 

From my weak grasp the wheel would tear, 

I feel beside my hands His hands, 

Master of sky and sea and air. 

I cannot plot my onward way; 

He holds all things in His control, 

Jesus, the Master o/ my fate. 

Pilot and Captain of my soul. 

— Selected. 

May 13 

“Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he 
worketh.” (Psalm 37:5, Trans.) 


W is one thing to be willing to take the Lord, to intend to 
dtalte the Lord, to be trying to take the Lord for the bless- 
|ing you need; but it is quite another thing to take the Lord 
I and count it done; this is committal. It is to drop your 
letter into the post-office box, and not hold onto it by the 
comer, but let it go and leave the responsibility of its delivery with 
the authorities. 

Many people are simply trying but not trusting, and there is no 
more help in that than in the faint efforts of the poor little kitten 
which had fallen into a well, and was in the process of being rescued. 
The farmer had heard its pitiful cries and noticed that it had 
climbed out of the water and was hanging onto a ledge in the 
brick work. He gently dropped a bucket down beneath it and 



tried to induce it to drop in, but the kitten simply reached out its 
little paws and then drew them back timorously, and cried and 
cried again in its helplessness and despair. This was all in vain. 
The kitten could not be rescued until it would let go the ledge and 
commit itself to the bucket. The struggle lasted a long while until 
at last, tired and ready to fall, it ventured; there was a little plunge, 
and the farmer knew by the added weight that the refugee was 
safely caught, and it was a small matter now to land his burden 
on solid ground. 

Exactly so we hesitate and struggle, until at last, tired, we just let 
go, and then it is easy for God to do anything for us. The prayer 
of faith is a transaction which you must settle at a definite moment, 
and ever after count it settled. 

As helpless as a child who clings 
Fast to his jather's arm, 

And casts his weakness on the strength 
That keeps him safe from harm. 

So I, my Father, cling to Thee, 

And thus I every hour 
Would link my earthly feebleness 
To Thy almighty power. — Selected. 

May 14 

^‘Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way? by taking 
heed thereto according to thy word."’ (Psalm 119:9.) 

INNAEUS once said of the unfolding of a blossom: “I saw 
God in His glory pass near me, and bowed my head in 

I saw God wash the world last night 
With his sweet showers on high; 

And then when morning came 
I saw Him hang it out to dry. 

He washed each tiny blade of grass 
And every trembling tree; 

He flung His showers against the hills 
And swept the billowy sea. 

The white rose is a cleaner white; 

The red a richer red 
Since God washed every fragrant face 
And put them all to bed. 

There’s not a bird, there’s not a bee 



That wings along the way. 

But is a cleaner bird or bee 
Than it was yesterday. 

I saw God wash the world last night; 

Ah, would He had washed me 
As clean of all my dust and dirt 
As that old white birch tree! 

—Dr. W. L. Stidger. 

"But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fel- 
lowship one with another, and the blood of J esus Christ his Son 
cleanseth us from all sin." (1 John 1: 7.) 

May 15 

"Go to the ant, . . . consider her ways, and be loise." 

(Prov. 6: 6.) 

® 0 to the ant.” Tammerlane used to relate to his friends 
an anecdote of his early life. “I once was forced to take 
shelter from my enemies in a ruined building, where I sat 
alone many hoiirs,” he said. “Desiring to divert my mind 
from my hopeless condition, I fixed my eyes on an ant 
that was carrying a grain of com larger than itself up a high wall. 
I mxmbered the efforts it made to accomplish this object. The grain 
fell sixty-nine times to the ground; but the insect persevered, and 
the seventieth time it reached the top! This sight gave me courage 
at the moment, and I never forgot the lesson.” — The King’s Business. 

Rubenstein, the great musician, once said, “If I omit practice one 
day, I notice it; if two days, my friends notice it; if three days, the 
public notices it.” It is the old doctrine, "Practice makes perfect.” 
We must continue believing, continue praying, continue doing His 
will. Suppose along any line of art, one should cease practicing — ^we 
know what the result would be. If we would only use the same 
quality of common sense in our religion that we use in our every~ 
day life, we shoiild go on to perfection. 

The motto of David Livingstone was in these words, “I deter- 
mined never to stop \mtil I had come to the end and achieved my 
pmpose." By unfaltering persistence and faith in God he con- 

"Silently sat the artist alone. 

Carving a Christ from the ivory hone; 

Little by little, with toil and pain 

He won his way through the sightless grain. 

That held and yet hid the thing he sought, 

, Till the work stood up like a growing thought.” 



May 16 

. , So that I cannot come down: . . (Neh. 6:3.) 


We can’t afford to win the gain that means another’s loss; 

We can’t afford to miss the crown by stumbling at the cross. 

We can’t afford the heedless jest that robs us of a friend; 

We can’t afford the laugh that finds in bitter tears an end. 

We can’t afford the feast today that brings tomorrow’s fast; 

We can’t afford the race that comes to tragedy at last. 

We can’t afford to play with fire, or tempt a serpent’s bite; 

We can’t afford to think that sin brings any true delight. 

We can’t afford with serious heed to treat the cynic’s sneer; 

We can’t afford to wise men’s words to turn a careless ear. 

We can’t afford for hate to give like hatred in return; 

We can’t afford to feed a flame and make it fiercer burn. 

We can’t afford to lose the soul for this world’s fleeting breath; 
We can’t afford to barter life in mad exchange for death. 

But blind to good are we apart from THEE, aU-seeing Lord; 

Oh, gi-ant us light that we may know the things we can’t afford! 

— Author Unknown. 

There are many things in which one gains and the other loses; 
but if it is essential to any transaction that only one side gain, the 
thing is not of God . — George MacDonald. 

May 17 

. . Neither count I my life dear unto myself, so that I might 
finish my course with joy, and the ministry, which 1 have re- 
ceived of the Lord Jesus, to testify the gospel of the grace of 
God.” (Acts 20:24.) 

HARLES KINGSLEY was a yoxmg college student, a Chris- 
tian. Graduation day was drawing near — a time in his life 
when a definite decision for his future must be made. 
Leaving the campus, he went to the seashore to be quite 
alone, to think, to pray, to seek God’s wilL Seriously and 
deeply he thought of his relationship to God, the brevity of life, his 
relationship to his fellow-man. AU day long he sat looking out over 
the vast blue in deep meditation. In the hush of the evening he 
thought he heard a Voice saying, “For thee I gave my life. Is the 
price of utter surrender to Me too great to pay?” 

There on the sands of the seashore and xmder the starlit heav- 
ens he made the supreme dedication of his lovely yormg life. His 
will was merged in the will of God, and he could truly say. 



"I have lost myself in Jesus 
I am sinking into God” 

From that memorable night when he lost his life he was clothed 
with mystic strength, and his own life was enriched a thousand — 
yea, a millionfold! Many years have passed since that time. He 
has gone to his mansion on high, but the stream still flows on and 
on — ^never ceasing, never ending. Through him it reached the burnt 
sands and desert wastes, and thousands drank of the life-giving 
stream; their thirst was quenched, their souls revived, and they, 
too, lived in Him. Was the price too great to pay? 

The truly great are the God-possessed! 

May 18 

. . This mystery . . . Christ in you, the hope of glory.” 

(Col, 1: 27.) 

life any meaning? Is it all “just a battle of ants ’neath 
! glare of a million, million of suns?” asks one. Nay! 
ery man’s life is a plan of God. God has purposed some- 
ng unsurpassingly wonderful for those who are pre- 
j^__'ed to seek Him and take Him at His word. You do not 
know what the Lord can do for you imtil you put yourself and your 
all into His hand. 

Methought I heard One calling “Child!” 

And I replied, 

“My Lord!” 

— George Herbert. 

‘*You ask me how I gave my heart to Christ? 

I do not know. 

I had a longing for Him in my soul 
So long ago. 

I found earth’s flowers would fade and die, 

I longed for something that would satisfy; 

And then — and then — somehow I seemed to dare 
To lift my broken heart to Him in prayer. 

I do not know — 

I cannot tell you how; 

I only know 

He is my Saviour now.” 

1 know not how that Calvary’s cross 
A world of sin could free; 

1 only know its matchless love 
Has brought God’s love to me. 

— H. W. Farrington, 





May 19 

‘‘Take tis the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vine: for our 
vines have tender grapes" (Song of Sol. 2:15.) 

H N eagle carrying a serpent in its talons to its nest on the 
mountains was bitten to the heart and fell to the ground. 

Have you seen a young man or woman fall away from 
God? Do you know the cause of their fall? The neglect 
of prayer, tiiat stealthy indulgence in the intoxicating cup, 
that licentiousness and profligacy unseen of man, that secret tam- 
pering with unbelief and error, was the serpent at the heart that 
brought the eagle down. — Theodora L. Cuyler. 

If we wish to bask perpetually in the sunshine of God’s love, the 
problems of sin must be firmly dealt with, and aU love of it must 
cease. For it is literally true that there is more evil in one drop of 
sin than in a whole sea of affliction. 

Christian youth, beware how thou thinkest lightly of sin! Take 
heed lest thou fall little by little. Sin, a little thing? Is it not a 
poison? Who knows its deadliness? Sin, a little thing? Do not ^e 
foxes spoil the grapes? Doth not the tiny coral insect build a rock 
which wrecks a navy? Sin, a little thing? It girded the Redeem- 
er’s head with thorns, and pierced His heart! Could you weigh the '* 

least sin in the scales of eternity, you would fly from it as from a 
serpent. Look upon all sin as that which crucified the Saviour, and 
you will see it to be “exceeding sinful.”— C. H. S. 

He who keeps off the ice will not slip. 

“Be not entangled; 

Let nothing entangle your free limbs!" 

To invite Satan is easy, to dismiss him is hard. 

— An Indian Saying. 

May 20 

. . None of us liveth to himself, . . .” (Rom. 14: 8.) 

. . And he that winneth souls is wise" (Prov. 11; 30.) 


He stood at the crossroads all alone, 

With the sunrise in his face; 

He had no fear for the path unknown; 

He was set for a manly race. 

But the road stretched east, and the road stretched west; 
There was no one to tell him which way was the best; 



So my chum turned wrong and went down, down, down. 

Till he lost the race and the victor^s crown 
And jell at last in an ugly snare. 

Because no one stood at the crossroads there. 

Another chum on another day 
At the selfsame crossroads stood; 

He paused a moment to choose the way 
That would stretch to the greater good. 

And the road stretched east, and the road stretched west; 

But I was there to show him the best; 

So my chum turned right and went on and on, 

Till he won the race and the victor’s crown; 

He came at last to the mansions fair, 

Becatise I stood at the crossroads there. 

Since then I have raised a daily prayer 
That I he kept faithful standing there. 

To warn the runners as they come. 

And save my own or another’s chum. 

— Author Unknown. 

May I cultivate a heart-throb of constant interest in my fellow- 
stragglers, and “live in the house by the side of the road and be a 
friend to man!” 

“Lord crucified, give me a heart like Thine, 

Teach me to love the dying souls of men, 

And keep my heart in closest touch with Thee, 

And give me love, pure Calvary love, 

To bring the lost to Thee.” 

May 21 

"... I will set him in safety . . (Psalm 12: 5.) 


OMETIMES it is highly expedient to retreat from an ex- 
posed position. Wellington is reported to have said that 
“the best general is he who knows best how to conduct a 
retreat.” Certainly such strategy is often as desirable as it 
is honorable in working out the moral life; the best thing 
we can do is to withdraw abruptly from dangerous places, persons, 
and practices. Plutarch tells of a general who fled from the field of 
battle, afterwards excusing himself that he “did not run away, but 
embraced an advantage that lay behind him.” Such tactics usually 
savor of cowardice in regard to the temptations of life. However, it 
is often the height of wisdom to run away. Joseph did. “Deliver 
me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto Thee to hide me.” In 



the late wai' some soldiers sxiffered because thy would not “take 
cover.” Let us shelter ourselves in God’s holy Word, as the Master 
did; take cover at the throne of grace; aim ourselves with the whole 
armor of light; and the crown of life is ours. — Selected. 

^ Avoiding temptation is next in importance to resisting ternpta" 
tion. For the lust of the eye is fearfully apt to begin the lust of the 
flesh. We read this in Matthew Henry’s commentary the other day: 
“Do not approach the forbidden tree unless you want to eat forbid- 
den fruit.” It reminded us of old Thomas Fuller’s quaint saying, 
“If you do not wish to trade with the devil, keep out of his shop.’* 

— A. J. Gordon. 

May 22 

“Ye are our epistle written in our hearts, known and read of 
all men.” (2 Cor. 3:2.) 


H FTER all, the lives that do the most for the world are the 
steady, quiet lives. They are like stars; they just stay in 
their appointed places and shine with the light God has 
given them. Meteors shoot brilliantly across the sky, and 
we exclaim and wonder, but long after they have vanished 
the stars shine on to guide us.” 

I need not shout my faith: 

Thrice eloquent are quiet trees, 

And the green listening sod; 

Hushed are the stars, whose power is never spent. 

The hills are mute: yet how they speak of God. 

— Charles Hanson Towne. 

It is not necessarily the busiest, who are ever on the rush after 
some visible work; it is the lives like stars, which simply pour down 
upon us the calm light of their bright and faithful being, out of 
which we gather the deepest calm and courage. It is good to know 
that no man or woman can be strong, gentle, good, without some- 
body being helped and comforted by the very existence of that 
goodness. — Phillips Brooks. 

“The rose needs no tongue to tell its fragrance; the flower to speak 
its beauty. The best arguments for Christianity are the Christians 

Calmness is the seal of strength. 



May 23 

. . Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing he 
lost.” (Joim 6:12.) 

^RNAL issues hang upon fragments of time. There is a 

I proverb which says, “He that gathereth in summer is a 
®wise son.” Youth is a summer. It is time for gathering 
knowledge. It is time for the formation of habits, for the 
knitting of the thews and sinews of character. Youth who 
improve their opportunities, who are diligent in the “summer-gath- 
ering for winter’s need,” will come up to the responsibilities of their 
later years prepared to accept them and meet them with honor. 

Those who would shine as God’s fairest children must have no 
Wasted years. They must harvest time. All the prizes of life are 
taken by those who are earliest in the field. The man who excels 
in Ihe world of music is he who from childhood has yielded to the 
wizardry of minstrelsy. The man who figures prominently in the 
world of letters is he whose brain was disciplined in his school- 
days; he who excels in godliness is he who in the springtime of his 
career was obedient to the heavenly vision. 

Early on God’s altar in youth’s sprin^ime we can master the 
music of the Everlasting City, learn the dialect of the Kang’s coun- 
try, graduate in divine wisdom, become proficient in spiritual 
knowledge, adepts in the things of grace. A youth-time diligently 
improved prepares one for whatever may come in the stern days 
and mature years. Let not a fragment of the precious gift of life be 

“A noble life is not a blaze 
Of sudden glory won, 

But jtist an adding up of days 
In which strong work is done.** 

We all have some leistire moments. We have ten, twenty, sixty 
minutes during which no lurgent duty demands our attention. Such 
moments are most numerous ha youth. How shall they be used? 
Not aimlessly! Time is too valuable for that. Do we appreciate the 
full significance of the words written upon the dial of All Saints, 
Oxford: “The hours perish, and are laid to our charge!” 

Your life work is recorded — every detail, every phase; an unseen 
pen is writing out the story of your days. 



May 24 

“Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, 
the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven” (Matt. 18:4.) 

my college days there was a boy in the class above me 
whom we called Tom. He was quiet and somewhat re- 
served, but was able, scholarly, and withal popular among 
the boys. We all thought he would make good when he 
went out into the world. Graduation day came and widi 
it the breaking of college ties and the parting of college friends. 
Thirty-five years rolled by. Then one day I heard tliat our college 
mate, whose full name was Thomas Woodrow Wilscm, was to speak 
in this city, I went down to the great hall to hear him. There I 
found a splendid audience of four thousand Christian men gathered 
to hear his message upon a great moral and religious theme. It was 
a magnificent address and captivated the audience by its eloquence 
and literary finish. At its close I went up and greeted him, and we 
had a pleasant chat about the old college days. He went back to the 
White House, and I wended my way down to a little two-room office 
on the tenth floor of a city slcyscraper. I sat there thinking of my 
old college friend. He was at the zenith of his fame. The eyes not 
only of the country, but of all the world were centered upon him. 
My own life was quiet, obscure, hidden away in a little comer from 
whence I was sending out over the world simple devotional mes- 
sages from the Lord. Yet do you know, that as I looked into my 
own heart, I could not find one atom of envy toward my distin- 
guished fellow-collegian, nor of covetousness for his high position. 
Do you ask why? Simply because I had foimd the humble place to 
which my lot was cast to be God’s holy ground of service, and that 
was the joy of all life to me. — James McConkey. 

Cherish in your thoughts and incarnate in your life this wonder- 
ful admonition of Hudson Taylor: 

"Be God’s man; 

In God’s place; 

Doing God’s work; 

In God’s way.” 

In Caius College, Cambridge, there are three gateways in suc- 
cession: The first is called Humilitatis; the next, Virtutis; the third 
(which opens toward the Senate House), Honoris. Not in vain 
did our forefathers make these emblems of an imdergraduate’s 
progress; and happy would it be if every youth entered by the 
gate of humility, to pass through the gate of Christian virtue, that 
he might come forth in the highest sense to that of honor. 

—R. F. Walker. 



May 25 

‘*But covet earnestly the best . . (1 Cor. 12: 31.) 

"Lifee the straightness of the pine tree 
Let me upright be!” 

If you can’t be a pine 
on the top of the hill. 

Be a scrub in the valley — hut be 
The best little scrub 
by the side of the rill: 

Be a bush if you can’t he a tree. 

If you can’t he a hush, 
be a hit of the grass, 

Doing something for somebody’s sake; 

If you can’t be a muskie, 
then just be a bass — 

But the liveliest bass in the lake! 

We can’t all he captains, 
some have to he crew, 

There’s something for all of us here, 

There’s big work and little 
for people to do. 

And the task we must do is the near. 

If you can’t he the highway, 
then just be a trail, 

If you can’t be the sun, be a star; 

It isn’t by size that you 
win or you fail— 

Be the best of whatever you are! 

—Douglas Malloch. 

If yon cannot be a li^thouse, be a candle, 

— D, L. Moody. 

^Arvd he gave some, apostles; and some, prophets; and some, 
evangelists; and some, pastors and teachers; For the perfecting of 
the saints, for the work of the ministry, for the edifying of the body 
of Christ;”' (Eph, 4: 11, 12.) 



May 26 

“Who knoweth not in all these — {the beasts, and they shall 
teach thee, and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee: 
Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes 
of the sea shall declare unto thee (v. 9) ] that the hand of the 
Lord hath wrought this?’^ (Job 12: 7-9.) 

H ATHER said Thomas, looking up from his studies, “how 
do you know that there is a God?” 

“Why do you ask that question?” asked the father; “do 
you doubt the existence of God?” 

“Well,” replied the boy, “I heard one of the professors 
say that we could not be sure there is a God. Is there any way 
to really know?” 

“Do you remember, my boy, the other day that you were laugh- 
ing about Robinson Crusoe’s dismay at discovering that there 
were other persons on the island beside himself? How did he dis- 
cover them? Did he see them? No; he saw one track of a bare 
foot in the sand, and he knew that it could not be his own. He 
knew that whoever made it could not be far off, for the tide had 
not reached it. All these things he knew to be true, although he 
had not seen a human being; and the knowledge was all gained 
from a mark in the sand. 

“If one print of a bare foot in the sand is absolute proof of the 
existence and presence of a human being, what are we to suppose 
when we see ‘the prints of the Master’s shoes,’ as Bunyan cdls it, 
covering the whole wide world? We see on mountain and valley 
the prints of the fingers of God. We see a ntiillion plants, and 
flowers, and trees, that only God could make grow. We see all the 
rivers and the springs of the world fed from the sky. We see a 
great universe, perfectly made and ordered, from the tiniest spec^ 
to the greatest of all the worlds. What do all these things mean — 
these rnillions upon millions of footprints on the clay of the world? 
They mean God, living, present, ruling and loving! They mean 
God, and nothing else!” 

I lay me down on the ground 
By the newly furrowed row. 

Where the plow had recently tom 
The earth asunder. 

A doubting Thomas I. 

Carelessly my hand fell into the earth. 

And I felt its quickening pulse. 

The rain beat upon my face; 

Darkness surrounded me, 

I knew no more of doubt or wonder 
But slept. 



The night % 

The dawn came — 

Dear God. , . . 

That I should doubt Thy existence. 

When I see a yellow sprout 
Of grass today 

Where only yesterday I saw 
A barren field. 

— Elizabeth Clotile Bums. 

May 27 

“ . . Gather up the fragments . . (John 6: 12.) 

the workshop of a great Italian artist was a poor little 
d lad whose duty it was to clean up the floor and tidy up the 
I rooms after the day’s work was finished. He was a quiet 
I little fellow and always did his work well. That was all 
the great artist knew about him. One day he came to his 
master and asked timidly, “Please, master; may I have for my very 
own the bits of glass you throw upon the floor?” 

“Why, yes, my boy,” said the artist; “the bits are good for nothing. 
Do as you please with them.” 

Day after day the lad might have been seen studying the broken 
pieces found on the floor — flaying some aside, throwing others away. 
And this he did year after year, for he was still the artist’s servant 
in the workshop. 

One day his master entered a storeroom but little used, and in 
looking about, came upon a piece of work carefully hidden behind 
■ftie rubbish. He brought it to the light and to his surprise found it 
a noble work of art nearly finished! He gazed at it in speechless 
astonishment. “What great artist could have hidden his work in 
my studio!” he cried, and he called his servant to him. “What is 
this?” cried the artist. “Tell me what great artist has hidden his 
masterpiece here?” 

“Oh, master,” faltered the astonished lad; “it is only my own poor 
work. You know you said I might have the broken bits you threw 

The artist-soul had wrought this wonderful result! Not the broken 
bits of a kaleidoscope, but a masterpiece trader the hand of God! 

"Oh! be zealous in thy youth; 

Fill every day with noble toils; 

Fight for the victories of Truth, 

And deck thee with her deathless spoils/^' 



May 28 

. . For our profit . . " (Heb. 12: 10.) 

one of Ralph Connor’s books he tells a story of Gwen. 
Gwen was a wild, willful lassie and one who had always 
IM been accustomed to having her own way. Then one day 
she met with a terrible accident which crippled her for 
life. She became very rebellious, and in the murmuring 
state she was visited by the “Sky Pilot,” as the missionary among 
the moxmtaineers was termed. 

He told her the parable of the canyon. “At first there were no 
canyons, but only the broad, open prairie. One day the Master of 
the Prairie, walking over His great lawns where were only grasses, 
asked the Prairie, ‘Where are your flowers?’ and the Prairie said, 
‘Master, I have no seeds.’ 

“Then He spoke to the birds, and they carried seeds of every 
kind of flower and strewed them far and wide, and soon the prairie 
bloomed with crocuses and roses and bxiffalo beans and the yellow 
crowfoot and the wild sunflowers and the red lilies all summer long. 
Then the Master came and was well pleased; but He missed the 
flowers He loved best of all, and He said to the Prairie: ‘Where are 
the clematis and the columlDine, the sweet violets and windflowers, 
and all the ferns and flowering shrubs?’ 

“And again He spoke to the birds, and again they carried all the 
seeds and scattered them far and wide. But, again, when the Mas- 
ter came He could not find the flowers He loved best of all, and He 
said, ‘Where are those, my sweetest flowers?’ 

“And the Prairie cried sorrowfully, ‘Oh, Master, I cannot keep 
the flowers, for the winds sweep fiercely, and the sun beats upon 
my breast, and they wither up and fly away.’ 

“Then the Master spoke to the Lightning, and with one swift blow 
the Lightning cleft the Prairie to the heart. And the Prairie rocked 
and groaned in agony, and for many a day moaned bitterly over the 
black, jagged, gaping wound. 

“But the river poured its waters through the cleft, and carried 
down deep black mould, and once more the birds carried seeds and 
strewed them in the canyon. After a long time the rough rocks 
were decked out with soft mosses and trailing vines, and all the 
nooks were hung with clematis and columbine, and great elms 
lifted their huge tops high up into the sunlight, and down about 
their feet clustered the low cedars and balsams, and everywhere the 
violets and windflower and maidenhair grew and bloomed, till 
the canyon became the Master’s favorite place for rest and peace 
and joy.” 

Then the “Sky Pilot” read to her: “The fruit— I’ll read ‘flowers’— 
of the Spirit are love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness — and 
some of these grow only in the canyon,” 

“Which are the canyon flowers?” asked Gwen softly, and the 



Pilot answered: “Gentleness, meekness, longsnflering; but though 
the others— love, joy, peace— bloom in tiie open, yet never with so 
rich a bloom and so sweet a perfume as in the canyon.” 

For a long time Gwen lay quite still, and then said wistfully, while 
her lips trembled: “There are no flowers in my canyon, but only 
ragged rocks.” 

“Some day they will bloom, Gwen dear; the Master will find them, 
and we, too, shall see them.” 

Beloved, when you come to your canyon, remember! 

May 29 

. .From the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy 
youth“ <Psaim 110:3.) 

j CHILD of the morning, fresh and strong and beautiful 
with the dew of thy youth, on whose brow there are no 
marks of Cain, in whose heart there are no stains; purpose 
in your heart not to defile yourself. Be the young man 
without blemish, and you can stand before all the wise 
men of Babylon unafraid. You can walk through the fiery furnace 
of earth’s devices against you and come through imharmed. You 
can stand before kings and not cower. You can be thrown on the 
lonely isle of Patmos, and heaven will open to you. You can see 
through prison bars a crown of righteousness that the world cannot 
take away. You can be placed in a dungeon, but your songs in the 
night will break prison doors. Ah, the imanswerableness of purity! 
Ah, the silence and beauty and peace of the soul that dwells apart 
in the world, and yet above the world! 

— The Life Beautiful. 

Keep pure thy soul! 

Then shalt thou take the whole of delight; 

Then without a pang 

Thine shall he all beauty whereof the poet sang — 

The perfume, and the pageant, the melody, 
the mirth of the golden day, and the 
starry night: 

Of heaven and of earth. 

Oh, keep pure thy soul! 


"But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us 
wisdom, and righteousness, . . (I Cor. 1:30.) 

Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness 
My beauty are, my glorious dress; 

"Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, 

With joy shall I lift up my head. 

—John Wesley. 



May 30 

. I am an ambassador in bonds: that therein I may speak 
boldly, as I ought to speak” (Eph. 6:20.) 

I AM a marked man, marked with the marks of the Mas- 
I ter. I am a slave — a slave to righteousness, and not to sin; 
I a slave to honesty, and not to deception; a slave to purity, 
I and not to vice; a slave to liberty, and not to license; a 
slave of the kingdom, and not of the crowd; a slave to 
faith, and not to fear; and, best of all, a slave to the Master, and not 
to Mammon. As a slave, I must make haste and be about my Mas- 
ter’s business. — Wesley G. Huber. 

"I would not halve my service. 
His only it must he! 

I love, I love my Master, 

I toill not go out jree!” 

"I toill not work my soul to save, 
For that the Lord has done, 
But I will work like any slave 
From love to God’s dear Son.” 

May 31 

"For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways 
higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” 

(Isa. 55:9.) 

i VERY interesting book has lately appeared, entitled The 
Life and Letters of James A. Garfield. Consider for a 
moment the boyhood of that man. His widowed mother, 
with a splendid independence of spirit, would not go to 
live with her kin after her husband’s death. Although she 
had a little brood of children to care for and to bring up, and her 
ideals for their education were high, she stayed on the little farm, 
and those youngsters did a man’s part for the family. James had 
always wanted to go to sea, and the nearest thing he could do in 
that line was to get a job as driver on a canal boat. One cold night 
he was suddenly thrown into the canal by accident. He could 
not swim. It was midnight. Nobody heard his cries for help. He 
managed to get his hands on a rope which was attached to the boat 
but as he ptilled on it to draw hhmself aboard, the rope kept com- 
ing toward him in his hands, and it appeared as if he would not be 
able to save himself. At the very desperate peak of his need the 
rope tightened and held. It had kinked and caught in a crevice, 
and he drew himself aboard. There he sat in the midnight alone in 



Ms wet clothes doing some serious thinking, and the net result of 
that thinking was that he felt in his heart that he had been saved, 
as he believed, by God for the sake of his mother and for something 
better than “canaling,” as he put it. So he went home, and as he 
looked in the window he saw his mother praying. She was praying 
for Mm! That was the begiiming of Ms pursuit of a higher educa- 
tion. When he entered school he had six cents in his pocket, and at 
the first church service he attended after he entered school he 
placed the six cents in the collection box “for luck” and made up 
his mind he would see what he could do absolutely on his own. He 
obtained board and lodging with mending for $1.0614 per week. 
Notice the quarter of a cent. There is a world of meaning in that 
fraction. Those were simple days. Motives were simple, purposes 
were simple, principles were simple, and goals were clear. That is 
the type of person which Mr. Coolidge calls “self-owned.” 

If the Weaver of our life’s pattern chooses another plan than the 
one we thought to use, is He not wiser than we? 

— Chapel Talks. 

June 1 

. Go quickly, and tell . . .” (Matt. 28: 7.) 

§ AWOKE this morning with a sob,” said Bishop Hendrix 
I at a great missionary convention, “thinking about the 
I millions of little children who do not know that the 
I Father’s face is turned toward them. The agonizing 
thought was occasioned last night by my small son, whose 
little bed is close to mine. In the night he reached out his chubby 
hand saying, ‘Daddy, hold baby’s hand.’ I can remember the thrill 
of it as I reached out my hand to his little bed and took fiim hold 
of that little chubby hand! Then he put his other hand out and 
said, ‘Daddy, hold both, baby’s hands.’ Then I did not go to sleep! 
There broke against my heart lilie the sob of an ocean tide the 
cry of the millions of this earth who do not know that their 
Father’s face is turned toward them like my face was turned 
toward that little lad.” 

"Sudden, before my inward open vision. 

Millions of faces crowded up to view. 

Sad eyes that said: ‘For ris is no provision, 

Give us your Saviour, too.^ 

“ ‘Give lis,’ they cry, ‘your cup of consolation; 

Never to our outreaehing hands His passed; 

We long for the Desire of every nation, 

And, oh, we die so fastT/^ 

One morning a Hindu motiher went out to the banks of the 
Ganges, leading in either hand her two cMidren. A missionary 

mountain trailways for youth 


saw her going to the banks of the river, and he knew what she 
was going there for. He looked into her eyes with all the plead- 
ing of fatherhood and tried to persuade her not to do it; not to 
give up one of these little children. Then he looked at the faces of 
the two children. One of them was as perfect a baby as any 
mother ever held close to her heart in America or anywhere; 
the other was blind and lame and crippled. The missionary went 
away, loiowing he could not persuade that woman to break 
from the thought of centuries in a single hour’s pleading. He 
came back to that spot and saw the Hindu mother still standing 
by tlie river bank, her heart breaking! One child was missing. 
As the missionary drew near he discovered that the perfect child 
was gone; the mother had kept the little blind and lame one for 
herself. As he looked into the eyes of that mother, he said to her, 
“Woman, if you had to give one, why didn’t you give this little 
lame and blind one and keep the perfect one for yourself?” She 
said, “O sir, I do not know what kind of God you have in America, 
but I know that out here in India our god expects us to give him 
our very best.” 

June 2 

. . Ahraham . . . went out, not knowing whither he went" 

(Heb. U: 8.) 

BRAHAM only Icnew that he was following the Guide 
who was leading him. 

This lesson is needed by all. We want our guidance 
as far in advance as possible instead of being content to 
walk with God a step at a time. Yet this is at once 
faith’s severest test and highest development. Most of our mis- 
takes in guidance come from our wanting to see beyond the next 
turn in the road, or the next bend in the river. 

Each of us carries a lantern of his own. Our lanterns make but 
tiny circles of light, but it is enough. We must move ahead to be 
able to see ahead. As we move, the circle of light moves with us. 
The lantern throws light only one step at a time, but as we take 
that step the light is thrown forward enough to show us the next 
step beyond. 

“I thank God for the tracklessness of the desert,” said a de- 
vout child of God. It is a beautiful picture. The traveler who 
rises in the morning to traverse the great desert looks out upon a 
trackless waste. There is not a trace of a signboard or beaten 
path. There is but one thing for him to do. That is to follow 
his guide, step by step, through all the weary journey of the 
day, over the untrodden waste. Such is the perfect walk of the 
child of God who has learned to trust Him. 

1S2 ■ 


“Seek not to mark thy road by human wisdom. Thy feet would 
Htver find His pathway so.” 

“Sometimes — a mist on the road; 

Sometimes— a radiant way; 

Sometimes — a wearisome load; 

Sometimes — a light-hearted day; 

But always — Thy hand in mine. 

“Sometimes — a journey with friends; 

Sometimes — a march alone; 

Sometimes — a rest when day ends; 

Sometimes — a weary walk home; 

But always — Thyself divineJ* 

June 3 

"WiZt thou not from this time cry unto me, My father, 
thou art the guide of my youth?” (Jer. 3: 4.) 

Why do I drift on a storm-tossed sea. 

With neither compass, nor star, nor chart. 

When, as I drift, God’s own plan for me 
Waits at the door of my slow-trusting heart? 

Down from the heavens it drops like a scroll. 

Each day a bit will the Master unroll, 

Each day a mite of the veil will He lift. 

Why do I falter? Why wander and drift? 

Drifting, while God’s at the helm to steer; 

Groping, when God lays the course so clear; 

Swerving, though straight into port I might sail; 

Wrecking, when heaven lies just within hail. 

Eielp me, O God, in the plan to believe; 

Help me my fragment each day to receive. 

Oh, that my will may with Thine have no strife! 
God-yielded wills find the God-planned life. 

— James McConkey. 

Allow God to carry out His plans for you without anxiety or 

There’s a throne above the world. There’s a Man on the throne. 
«e a plan for things down here during this time of turmoil 
md strife. His Spirit is down here to get that plan done. He 
needs each one of us. He puts His hand on each Christian Me and 



says, “Separate yovirself from all else for the bit I need you to 
do.” His hand is on you. Are you doing it? Anything else clmms 
as failure. 

— The Bent Knee Time. 

June 4 

. . Shall I yet again go out to battle . . .or shall I cease?” 

(Judges 20: 28.) 

^^^^^ERTAIN officers approached Napoleon to recommend a 
I yoxmg captain for promotion. Napoleon asked them: “Why 

do you suggest this man?” Their answer was that through 
unusual courage and cleverness he had won a signal victory 
several days before. “Good,” said Napoleon, “but what did 
he do the next day?” That was the last that was ever heard of the 
yoimg man. 

There are two kinds of people in the world — ^those who show an 
occasional outburst of brilliancy and those who can be depended 
upon to do their best every day in the year — in other words, the 
flashers and the plodders. The backbone of a Christian civilization 
is its dependable people. These are the ones who can always be 
counted on for a steady stream of influence and service no matter 
what happens anywhere. 

— Religious Telescope. 

A boy taunted for failing in a prolonged attempt to answer a 
hard question said, “I would rather try and fail than do as you did 
— sit still and do nothing.” 

“Failure after long perseverance,” wrote George EHot, “is much 
grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a 

Consecrated perseverance conquers! 

You may do miracles by persevering. — Robert Bums. 

Courage! What if the snows are deep. 

And what if the hills are long and steep. 

And the days are short, and the nights are long. 

And the good are weak, and the had are strong! 
Courage! The snow is a field of play. 

And the longest hill has a well-worn way, 

There are songs that shorten the longest night. 

There’s a Day when wrong shall be ruled by right, 

So courage! Courage! ’Tis never so far 
From a plodded path to a shining star. 

— Writer Unknown. 


mpwtain trae^ways for youth 

Jiiiae 5 

*^1 mmi work ths works of him that sent me, while it is day, 
tha night cometh, when no man can work.” (John 9: 4,) 


He was going to be all that a mortal could he— 


No one should he kinder nor braver than he — 


A friend who was troubled and weary he knew 
Who’d he glad of a lift and who needed it, too; 

On him he would call and see what he could do — 

Each morning he stacked up the letters he’d write — 

And he thought of the folks he would fdl with delight 

It was too bad, indeed, he was busy today. 

And hadn’t a minute to stop on his way; 

“More time I’ll have to give others,” he’d say — 

The greatest of workers this man would have been — 

The world would have known him had he ever seen — 

But the fact is he died, and he faded from view. 

And all that he left here when living was through 
Was a mountain of things he intended to do — 


— Anonymous. 

Today is better than tomorrow. 

“My friend, have you heard of the town of YAWN, 

On the hanks of the river SLOW? 

Where grows the W AIT- A-WHILE flower fair. 

And the SOMETHING-OR-OTHER scents the air. 

And the soft GO-EASIES grow. 

It lies in the valley of WHAT’S -THE-USE, 

In the province of LET-IT-SLIDE: 

That tired feeling is native there, 

Ifs the home of the listless l-DON’T-CARE, 

Where the PUT-IT-OFFS abide.” 

Make the attainments of yesterdsy the starting point of today. 



June 6 

. . Choose you this day whom ye will serve; . . ” 

(Joshua 24: 15.) 

m E CANNOT travel east and west at the same time. We 
cannot in the same moment clothe appropriately for the 
Arctic regions and the tropics. We must make our dioice 
and ignore either the one or the other. We cannot he both 
refined and the vulgar. We cannot be pure and impure. We 
cannot move horizontally and vertically in tiie same movement, 
onward in the companionship of the world, and upward in the 
companionship of the Lord. 

We too commonly believe that we can have two masters, and that 
it is possible to render service to both. We split up our life, and 
divide our inheritance. We give a portion to Mammon and a 
portion to God. I have seen a shopkeeper selling his goods on 
the Sabbath, and paying his respects to the Lord by retaining 
one shutter on the window! That one-shutter expedient is very 
common in other concerns besides Stmday trading. A woman lives 
a worldly life and wears a crucifix. A man makes money as he 
pleases but never misses the sacrament. The home never hears 
the sound of worship, but the family Bible is always on the table 
by the window. “No man can serve two masters.” The Lord de- 
mands our all. 

Abraham Lincoln once pointed out that no nation could endure 
half slave and half free. This truth applies to individuals no less 
than to nations. 

He who pursues two hares will catch neither. — Indian Proverb. 

June 7 

“...David... served his own generation hy the will of God.** 

(Acts 13: 36.) 


To lift the sombre fringes of the night, 

To open lands long darkened to the Light, ^ 

To heal grim wounds, to give the blind new sight. 

Right mightily wrought he. 

Forth to the fight he fared. 

High things and great he dared. 

He thought of all men but himself. 

Himself he never spared. 


He greatly loved— 

He greatly lived — 

And died right and mightily. 

Like Him he served, he voalked life’s troublous ways. 

With heart undaunted, and with calm, high face; 

And gemmed each day with deeds of sweetest grace, 

Full lovingly wrought he. 

Like Him he served, he would not turn aside; 

Nor home nor friends could his true heart divide; 

He served his master, and naught else beside. 

Right faithfully wrought he. 

He passed like light across the darkened land. 

And dying, left behind him this command, 

"‘The door is open! So let it ever stand!" 

Full mightily wrought he. 

— Selected. 

“God has always had His man ready to turn the scale of events 
in crucial moments and to fit that one into His eternal purposes. 
God has a program, and there are no breaks in His plan.” 

There is no choice; 

We cannot say, “This will I do, or that" 

A hand is stretched to us from out the dark. 

Which grasping without question, we are led 
Where there is work THAT WE MUST DO FOR GOD. 

— Lowell. 

June 8 

‘T being in the way, the Lord led me.” (Gen. 24: 27.) 

"BHE Bible has the answer to all the problems of life. In 
I Genesis 24 we have the story of Abraham sending to bus 
I native land for his eldest and most trusted servant to ob~ 
I tain a wife for Isaac. Isaac himself must not go lest he fail 
to return to the inheritance promised to Abraham and 
his descendants. 

The servant made his errand a matter of prayer. And why not? 
Surely God is interested in this important step, the choosing of 
one’s life companion. After he saw Rebekah there was a period 
when “the man wondering at her held his peace, to wit whether 
the Lord had made his journey prosperous or not.” If young people 
would pause to make inquiry as to the Lord’s will before they 
made advances, much unhappiness would be avoided. 

Rebekah was a virgin. She had kept herself dean and pure, a n d 



hence, was worthy of a good man like Isaac. She could look for- 
ward with confidence to a happy wedded life. She was kind. 
She not only gave the stranger a drink but ran to draw water for 
his camels. When she, with her family, was persuaded ihat “the 
thing proceedeth from the Lord,” she said, ‘T will go.” She pre- 
pared to marry, not as an experiment but meaning to cling to Laac 
as long as they both should live. For her, marriage was a divine 
institution, and she was entering into a life contract. When she 
first saw Isaac she alighted from tiie camel and took a veil and cov- 
ered herself. Isaac brought this modest, pure young woman into 
“his mother Sarah’s tent, and took Rebekah, and she became his 
wife; and he loved her.” 

So Isaac secured his wife. God’s favor and blessing enridhed 
their lives. Our lives, too, can be divinely planned. May we prayer- 
fully commit ourselves to the -will of God. 

— R. Barclay Warren. 

If anyone wants a happy home let him find a life companion who 
loves &e Lord. 

June 9 

. .But in every thing hy prayer and supplication with 
thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto GodJ* 

(Phil. 4:6.) 


iAYDN once was in the company of other noted artists 
I when one of them asked how, after a period of great exer- 
ition, one might recover inner strength quickest. Differ- 
I ent methods were suggested, but when Haydn was asked 
° what methods he followed, he said: ‘In my home I have a 
small chapel. When I feel wearied because of my work, I go there 
and pray. This remedy has never failed me.’ 

"l^erience tells us that Haydn was right. In believing prayer 
to God we tap the source of oZl strength.” 

If you do not feed yotir soul, it will die. 

I have a rendezvous with Ck>d, 

Where spirit doth with spirit meet; 
Where He enfolds me in His love, 
While I anoint His blessed feet: 

I have a rendezvous with God — 
Detain me not from its retreat. 

For there He clasps me by the hand, 



And there I see Him face to face; 

I tell Him all my vexing cares. 

He whispers of sufficient grace; 

I have a rendezvous with God, 

A holy, happy meeting-place; 

No earthly thing dare enter there 
To mar the fellowship we share. 

The turmoil of the daily life. 

The burdens of the mind and heart, 

Cannot dismay, must not distract 
My soul from meeting God apart! 

For Vve a rendezvous with God, 

And well 1 know that at that hour, 

Abounding grace, more faith, new power 
For all these needs He doth impart. 

World-vision of His harvest field. 

Supernal strength, its work to do, 

In that blest hour with God alone 
Within my heart He doth renew: 

With Chrisfs constraining love for souls 
With joy the labor to imbue. 

Lord, keep me to this love-tryst true— 

Let me not fail our rendezvous! 

Anne M. Waite. 

“The reinforcements gathered in the quiet season turn the tide 
of battle ” — G. A. Buttrick. 

JiHie 10 

. I am purposed . - (Psalm 17: 3.) 

H HAVE half a mind to do it,” we sometimes say. What a 
curious thing is half a mind! Where are the great pictures 
it has painted, the books it has written, the palaces it has 
built? Where are the mountains it has scaled, the bat- 
_ ties it has won, the continents it has discovered? What is 
done with half a irdnd no one cares to look upon; the sickly and 
abortive efforts are soon and best forgotten. But when we make 
up our minds, determine once for all, take a stand, put our hearts 
into a thing, it means a great deal in any line of life. There is a 
strange depth of power within us if only we will call upon it. 

“I see what I want, and I do it,” said one of our great painters. 
Such language is most becoming on our lips who believe in God 
and in His grace, which can more than fuMl all our desires. 

- — William Watkinson, D. D» 


'‘If I am but a raindrop in a shower, I will seek to be at least a 
perfect drop; if but a leaf in a whole June, I will seek at least to 
be a perfect leaf.” — “This one thing I do.” — “Seek to excel!” 

“A lost battle is a battle one believes lost. There are three 
courses: you can retire, stand fast, or attack. I forbid the first. 
You can take your choice of the other two.” 

— Sir George Astor in his Life of Marshal Foch. 

Over the spot on which Captain Scott and his band met death in 
that little tent of thin canvas after their heroic attempt to find the 
South Pole, there stands a cross bearing these words: 

“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield!” 

June 11 

"Then said Jesus ... I am the door: hy me if any man enter in, 
he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture" 

(John 10:7, 9.) 

The young man out of Nazareth 
Was good to see — 

I felt a breath 

Awaken, dew-fresh, like a breeze 
Astir among the olive trees. 

The grace of youth flowered in His speech — 

Into my heart. I followed His 
Brave, eager words with a strange reach, 
Half-wondering why, until the rim 
Of the gray mountain ridge was white 
With stars — 

Men told strange tales af sight 
Come to a beggar, one born blind— 

1 do not know. Some say they find 
Those still who think it was a king 
They killed. And never anything 
Has brought such quiet to my bed 
As thinking of the things he said: 

A kingdom simple as a child — 

Its king a servant — 

Though He smiled 
A lion looked out of His eye. 

His brave, youngs heart brake like a cry. 

If time came back, and He as then, 

I could hut follow Him again. 

— Author Unknown. 



“Thou yoxmg man Clirist, we worship Thee. We feel otir need 
beyond ourselves to supply. We want the Rock on which to plant 
our feet. The slippery places where the climbing tides make ooze 
have proven too slippery for our feet. We clamor for the Rock. 
Thou art very God. Thou hast taken pains to get close to us and 
bid us be the might for. which Thou hast created us. Thou Hero 
Christ, Thou Mmily Christ, Thou Father Christ, Thou Christ 
of noon, when battle and toil are fierce as the impassioned ocean, 
take our lives in Thy strong hand and shape them into holiness 
and beauty. Make the meaning of the incarnation of God apparent 
to our need by Jesus Christ. Amen!” 

— Bishop Quayle, in The Climb to God. 

June 12 

"Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet 
appear what we shall he: but we know that, when he shall 
appear, we shall he like him; . . .” (1 John 3: 2.) 

IHIS is the great day which you young people have 
I reached; tlie greatness of it lies not in that which is be- 
I hind you but more truly in that which is before. Your 
I success will be measured when the story is all finished, 
not by what you have done or enjoyed, or had, but by 
what you have become. All great becoming grows out of ideals, 
large purposes, far horizons, visions that seem impossible of 
achievement, heights that are on the far rim of the horizon and 
seem too steep and lofty for your feet. Perhaps they are too steep 
for your feet yet, but they constitute your goals, and strength 
always grows with the use of the powers we have. They who lift 
up their eyes to lofty summits that are afar off find the end of their 
journey in high places where the sky is nearer, and all the road- 
ways of the earth are clearer, and the sense of achievement and of 
growth offers them great and beautiful and abiding rewards. 

— Selected. 

Shall our lives be lived in chasing short-lived butterflies of 
pleasure or in going into a wilderness to recover lost sheep? 

To every man there openeth 
A way and ways and a way. 

And the high souls choose the high way, 

And the low souls take the low. 

And in between on the misty flats 
The rest drift to and fro. 

So to every soul there openeth 
The high way and the low, 

And every man deddeth 

Which way his soul shall go, —John Oxenham. 



June 13 

. . The kingdom of God ... is like a grain of mustard seed^ 
which, when it is sown in the earth, is less than all the seeds 
that be in the earth: But when it is sown, it groweth up, and 
hecometh greater than all herbs, and shooteth out great bran- 
ches so that the fowls of the air may lodge under the shadow 
of it" (Mark 4:30, 31, 32.) 

NOT this the carpenter’s son?” Moses was the son of a 
Kj poor slave Levite; Gideon was a thresher; David was a 
shepherd boy; Euripides was the son of a fruiterer; 
Virgil, of a baker; Horace, of a freed slave; Tamerlane, of 
a shepherd; Ben Jonson, of a mason; Sh^espeare, of a 
butcher. Melancthon, the great theologian of the Reformation, 
was an armorer; Luther was the child of a poor miner; Fuller was 
a farm servant; Carey, the originator of the plan of translating 
the Bible into the language of the millions of Hindustan, was a 
shoemaker; Morrison, who translated the Bible into the Chinese 
language, was a last-maker; Dr. Milne was a herd-boy; Adam 
Clarke was the child of Irish cotters. 

Who would have expected that Goliath’s antagonist would emerge 
from the quiet pastures? “Genius hatches her offspring in strange 
places.” Very humble homes are the birthplaces of mighty emanci- 

There was a little farm at St. Ives, and the farmer lived a quiet 
and unsensational life. But the ^airs of the nation became 
more and more confused and threatening. Monarchial power de- 
spoiled the people’s liberties, and tyi'anny became rampant. And 
out from the little farm strode Oliver Cromwell, the ordained of 
God, to emancipate his coimtry. 

There was an obscure rectory at Epworth. The activities in the 
little rectory were just the quiet practices of simple homes in 
countless parts of i^gland. And England was becoming brutal- 
ized because its religious life was demoralized. The church was 
asleep, and the devil was wide awake! And forth from the 
humble rectory strode John Wesley, the appointed champion of 
the Lord to enthuse, to purify, and to sweeten the life of the 

On what quiet farm is the coming deliverer now laboring? 
Who knows? 

— Dr. J. H. Jowett. 



June 14 

. . Joseph, being seventeen years old, . . . dreamed a dream 
. . . And Pharaoh said unto his servants. Can we find such a 
one as this is, a man in whom the Spirit of God is? And Pha- 
raoh said unto Joseph, Forasmuch as God hath shewed tl}ee 
all this, there is none so discreet and wise as thou art: Thou 
shalt he over my house, and according unto thy word shall 
all my people he ‘i'uled: only in the throne will I he greater 
than thou. And Pharaoh said unto Joseph, See, I have set thee 
over all the land of Egyptf 

(Gen. 37:2, 5; 41:38-41.) 

T the records which men have written are read, it will 
I be formd that young men have ruled the world. The old- 
iest literatures have this recorded. The patriarchs un- 
I folded the careers of boys into the conquest of old age. 
Kingdoms and empires rode upon the shoulders of young 
men; and their voices of enthusiasm and hope have sounded 
through many a blackhearted midnight to trumpet the dawn. To 
courses that dropped they have come and added the raptures of 
hope; to enterprises that were sickening and faint they have 
brought the bounding power of new enthusiasm. To the dead they 
have brought hfe. Ever 3 rthing from the foundation of the world has 
been crying for young blood . . . .Age and experience put them- 
selves upon dying pillows made by young hands; into young palms 
and upon young ears falls the meaning of the past. And thus has 
God written the natural dignity of a young man’s life in the 
eternal statute book of the universe.” 

— Dr. Frank W. Gunsaulvs in A Fleece of Gold. 


. . . Cut a path into 
The heaven of glory 
heaving a track of light for men 
to wonder at. 

— Wm. Blake. 

A short life which fulfills its mission is a success. “That life is 
long which answers life’s great end.” — Yowng. 

It is better to live thirty years, than exist seventy I 

A short life in the saddle, Lord, 

Not long life hy the fire. 

— Louise Imogene Guiney. 



June 15 

“Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the 
children of God.” (Matt. 5:9.) 


H T WAS a glorious night of midsummer — a moon at full 
and a host of stars. The old bee garden was bathed in 
soft crystalline light — and ever so light a breeze lisped 
in the treetops. At the door of one of the hives we came 
to a halt. There arose from the hive a sibilant, . .persis- 
tent. , .not unlike the sound of sea waves. . .advancing. . .retreating. 

“They are fanner bees,” whispered the old beekeeper. “It’s their 
job to keep the hive sweet and fresh. They’re standing with 
their heads lowered, turned toward the center of the hive. Their 
wings are moving so rapidly that if you could see them you would 
think you were looking at a gray mist. They are drawing the bad 
air through one side of the entrance, whilst the pure air is sucked 
in on the other side.” 

Standing there close to nature, listening to the bee fanners, I felt 
close to one of nature’s wonders — the mystery of the hive life. 
Presently the old bee-keeper stooped to the hive, holding a lighted 
candle in his hand. Instantly the light was extinguished by the 
strong air current, those infinitesimal bee wings moving in rxnison, 
maldng a draft so strong that the candle light was instantly 
quenched, Thiirk of it! 

As we stood there in the starlit garden the old preacher said, 
“The fanners— drawing out the bad air, letting in the fresh. Isn’t 
that how people who call themselves Christians ought to act?” If 
we had enough fanners, if they were as keen on their jobs as those 
bees are on theirs, worddn’t the great hive of the world grow sweet 
and fresh? 

— ^Selected. 

“Year after year, with a glad content. 
In and out of our home one went — 

In and out; 

Ever for us the skies were clear, 

His heart carried the care and fear. 
The care and doubt.” 

“Now thanks he unto God, which . . . maketh manifest the sa4>ur 
of his knowledge by us in every place. For we are unto G(t> a 
sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them 
perish.” (2 Cor. 2:14, 15.) 



June 16 

"... 1/ ye will obey my voice indeed, and keep my covenant, 
then ye shall be a peculiar treasure unto me above all people: 
. , (Exod. 19:5.) 

IHAT a mighty man of God was Samson! _ Consecrated to 
1 God in infancy, separated unto God in his upbringing as 
la Nazarite. Nothing seemed successfully to oppose this 
I man. But there came a day of the violation of the life-long 
* separation, the destroying of that which made him differ 
from other men; a day when he became as other men, no longer 
standing out as the lK>rd’s own possession. In that day he became 
weak, powerless, and an object of ridicule. 

Whenever a young man or woman steps over the line of separa- 
tion into the world, his strength goes. The moment a Christian for- 
gets he is God’s peculiar possession, and allies himself with the 
world, he is on the road to ineffectiveness. 

— W. W. Martin. 

Lord, show me the thing that stands in the way, 

The stone that is under the wheel, 

Reveal the idol to he cast down. 

Lord, hear me as I kneel. 

And, Lord, if I have not the strength to cut off 
The part that offendeth me. 

Nor have I the courage to overthrow 
The thing I love more than Thee; 

Oh, cripple the limb with a touch of Thy hand! 

To bear it give me grace. 

And when I awake tomorrow mom 
May the idol be on its face. 

But more than this I would ask, O Lord, 

Grind it to powder fine, 

Then fill up my heart with Thy wondrous love. 

Making my face to shine. Amen, 

— Author Unknovm, 

“Set apart for Jesus! 

Is not this enough. 

Though the desert prospect 
Open wild and rough? 

Set apart for His delight, 

Chosen for His holy pleasure, 

Sealed to he His special treasure: 

Could we choose a nobler joy? 

And would we if we mightr' 



June 17 

“If ye then he risen with Christ, seek those things which are 
above, where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God” 

(Col. 3:1.) 

r officer in the American Flying Corps says: “I was out 

I over the ocean alone, and I saw in tiie distance, coming 
rapidly toward me, a storm that was blacker than mid- 
night; the mky clouds seemed to be coming on with light- 
ning rapidity. I knew I could not reach shore ahead of 
the storm. I looked down to the ocean to see if I could go under- 
neath the cloud and perhaps alight on the sea, but the ocean was 
already boiling with fury. Knowing that the only thing to do was 
to rise above it, I turned my frail craft straight up toward the sky, 
and I let her mount 1,000, 2,000, 2,500, 3,000, 3,500 feet, and then the 
storm struck me. It was a hurricane, a cyclone, and a typhoon all 
in one! The sky became as black as midnight. I never saw black- 
ness like that. I could not see a thing. Rain came in torrents, the 
snow began to fly, the hail struck like biillets. I was 4,000 feet up 
in the air. I knew there was only one thing to do, and that was to 
keep on climbing. So I climbed to 6,500 feet; then suddenly I was 
swept out into sunlight and glory such as I had never seen in this 
world before. The clouds were aU below me. The sapphire sky was 
bending low above me in amazing splendor. It seemed the glory of 
another world; I immediately began to repeat Scripture to myself, 
and in the heavens above the clouds I worshiped God.” 

We have not lived the highest, we have not pursued the best; we 
have gone after the butterflies instead of trying to fly with the 
eagles; we have learned the lesson of the snail rather than the les- 
son of high mountain-climbing into the skies. May God have mercy 
on us! — The Climb to God. 

God made us to soar like eagles, but we are content to scratch 
like sparrows. 

June 18 

. O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?” 

(Matt. 14:31.) 


Can you sit on top of a hill in spring, 

And watch the birds sailing by on the tomg, 

And see the clouds drifting on in the sky. 

And doubt there’s a God who dwells on high? 

Can you watch the rainbow span the blue. 

Or tread the grass full of morning dew, 



Or sit by the seaside and hear the waves. 

And doubt there’s a God who lovingly saves? 

Can you watch the butterfly flit through the air. 

And see the -flowers blooming fragrant and fair. 

Or watch the trees reaching ever above, 

And doubt there’s a God of wisdom and love? 

Oh! dear ones! 

As sure as the sun tints the west. 

And the birds of the air go home to their nest. 

As sure as the butterflies, birds, and bees 
Flit and wander ’mid flowers and trees; 

As sure as the rainbow spans the sky 
There’s a God who reigns forever on high. 

Who will all of our joys and sorrows share, 

And will over us watch with infinite care. 

Our divine Redeemer; in that great above, 

He watches, and waits with eternal love. 

— Esther E. Rowe. 

We are likely to sit down under the greening tree and never catch 
the miracle whieh-tums winter branch and trunk into a bower of 
perfumed blossom and transfigured leafage. Blessed be God for 
the wonder of things! 

June 19 

. . Ascribe ye greatness unto our God.” (Deut. 32: 3.) 

n OOK through the telescope on a starry night at the millions 
upon millions of stars and planets whirling through space- 
myriads of systems in which the little earth is but a single 
grain of sand in a sandstorm! Yet the One who is respon- 
sible for the amazing energy and oxderliness of all that 
dazzling xmivei'se is God — a powerful, intelligent God at work! 

Peer into a microscope at a cross section of a blade of grass or bit 
of an insect’s wing. All is as orderly as the movements of the planets 
and stars in the infinite spaces, yet incredibly intricate and exqui- 
site. _ And the source of the tiniest forms of life that swarm unseen 
in billions mder one’s feet in the grass, or through the woods or 
^ong a country road, is God— the God of all life everywhere! The 
living God is not merely a pious phrase; He is the mighty force at 
work in the universe! Psalm 104; Matthew 10: 29. 

One asked a sign from God; and day by day the sun arose in 
pearl; in scarlet set; each night die stars appeared in bright array; 



each mom the thirsty grass with dew was wet; the com failed not 
in harvest, nor tlie vine — 

And yet he saw no sign! 

— Anonymous from The Girls^ Every Day Book. 
This God is "our own God.” (Psalm 67: 6.) 

June 20 

"They looked unto him and were radiant: . . 

(Psalm 34:5, R. V.) 

IHINK for a moment about faces of God’s saints! — ^what 
I wonderful faces He has developed! A doubting college 
I student who had heard and seen A. J. Gordon is said 
I have exclaimed: “That man’s face would convei’t me 
® a belief in Christ!” Phillips Brooks was once heralded 
“the man with the face like God.” Paton, Taylor, Drummond, won 
the students a generation ago by their very faces before they ut- 
tered a word. The face is, after all, a reflection as well as the re- 
vealer of the soul within. The gods we worship write their names 
on our faces! 

How lovely are the faces of 
The men who talk with God — 

Lit with an inner sureness of 
The path their feet have trod; 

How gentle is the manner of 
A man who walks with Him! 

No strength can overcome him, and 
No cloud his courage dim. 

Keen are the hands and feet — ah, yes — 

Of those who wait His will. 

And clear as crystal mirrors are 
The hearts His love can fill. 

Some lives are drear from doubt and fear 
While others merely plod; 

But lovely faces mark the men 
Who walk and talk with God. 

— Marked for His Own. — Pauline Prosser -Thompson, 

“0/ to he like thee, blessed Redeemer, 

This is my constant longing and prayer; 

Gladly Til forfeit all of earth’s treasures, 

Jesus, thy peifect likeness to wear.” 

“Stamp thine own image deep on my heart!” 

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June 21 

. . Keep thyself pure" (1 Tim. 5: 22.) 

gOES the judge know the story of the spotless fur that lines 
I his robes of state? Does the society leader realize the saC“ 
I rifice which makes possible the lovely ermine wrap which 
I lies so gracefully about her shoulders? Do they know that 
“ the little animal whose coat they now wear, as he roamed 
the forest of Asia was as proud as they — aye, inordinately proud of 
his beautiful snowy coat? And we do not wonder, for it is the most 
beautiful fur to be found in all the markets of the world! 

Such pride does the little carnivore take in his spotless coat that 
nothing is permitted to soil it in the slightest degree. Himters are 
well acquainted with this fact and take very unsportsmanlike ad- 
vantage of this knowledge. No traps are set for him. No, indeed! 
Instead, they seek out his home — a tree stump, or rocky cleft, and 
then— -be it said to their everlasting shame — ^they daub filth within 
and around the entrance. As the dogs are loosed and the chase 
begins, the little animal naturally turns to his one place of refuge. 
Reaching it, rather than enter such a place of uncleanness, he turns 
to face the yelping dogs. 

Better to he stained by hlood than sully his white coat! 

Only a white coat, little ermine, but how your act condemns us! 
"‘Made in the image and likeness of God," with minds and immortal 
spirits; and yet, how often, in order to obtain something we desire, 
our character is sacrificed on the altars of worldly pleasure, greed, 

Everything is lost when purity is gone — ^purity, which has been 
called the soul of character. Keep thyseU pure: every thought, 
every word, every deed, even the motive behind the deed — all, 

I ask this gift of Thee— 

A life all lily-fair; 

And fragrant as the place 
Where seraphs are. 

— Mrs. H. Bradley. 
“Princesses still, in ermine, white, like wool. 

Cleansed by the Kingfs own touch from spot or stain; 
Emptied of self; of His own life so full. 

That, overflowing on a world in pain, 

They bless and serve, and by their service reign." 

Chastity is the ermine of a woman’s soul. — Queen Elizabeth. 



Jime 22 

. . God forbid that I should glory^ save in the cross of our 

Lord Jesus Christ/’ (Gal. 6: 14.) 

ga^ ^a OUTH need to be on their guard lest they enter upon a 
^V^^ way of life which claims to be Christian but ignores the 
SjM Cross or moves it out of the center. That is only pseudo- 
Christianity, though it may masquerade under the decep- 
®^^“®®tive costtune of Christian profession and of Christian 
phraseology. Subtle references to great names, to the modem trend 
of thought, to the results of science are being employed to inveigle 
youth into the acceptance of this false way of life. 

Youth must never forget that the Cross introduced Christianity 
to the world, and that the Cross planted Christianity in the world. 
True Christianity will forever be centered in the Cross. Wherever 
the Cross is lifted out, there remains only a pagan religion. Wher- 
ever the Cross is moved out of the center, there is left only a dis- 
torted interpretation of Christianity, which in reality repudiates 

The Cross represents a fact in God’s dealing with man. That fact 
is that Jesus Christ, Himself God and Man, through His death on 
the Cross, has intervened in behalf of man, settled all his sin ac- 
counts, and provided him with a capital investment of divine grace. 

Christianity is centered in that fact. Only when youth realize 
the significance of that fact and apply it to themselves by penitently 
accepting Christ crucified as their personal Saviour, will they know 
what Christianity means. Then the Cross will become central in 
their own lives. 

Youth who are gripped by a Cross-centered Christianity will be 
inspired thereby to make the Cross touch all of Ufe. Business, pol- 
itics, professional life, science, art, social relations, yea — every 
realm of life ought to feel the mighty impact of the uplift of Christ 
crucified! Youth with the Cross central in then: own lives will be 
challenged to give themselves sacrificially for Christ so as to make 
Ihe Cross central in human society. 

The Cross-centered Christianity, or no Christianity at all, is the 
alternative for youth, — S. A. B. 

General Gordon, who was neither an “old woman” nor a “soft 
man,” but a hero of the highest order, expressed his faith in his fa- 
vorite verse as follows: 

“We read Thee best in Him who came 
To bear for us the Cross and shame; 

Sent by the Father from on high, 

Our life to live, our death to die.” 



June 23 

"His coming is certain as the dawn.” (Hosea 6; 3, Arabic.) 

REMEMBER well when God was pleased t® open my 
heart to this great truth that the Lord Jesus is coming 
again, and that He may come at any time! What was the 
effect? I had not a great many hooks, but it sent me to 
see if I could give a good account of all I had, and also 
of the contents of my wardrobe. The result was that some of the 
books disappeared before long, and some of the clothing, too. It 
was an immense spiritual blessing to me. When I come home from 
China and can make time to go through the house from attic to 
basement with my dear wife, to review our things in the light of 
His speedy return, we always find it a helpful spiritual exercise to 
see what we can do without. It is profitable to remember that we 
are stewards who have to give accovmt of everything that we retain, 
and tinless we can give a good reason for the retention, shall we 
not be ashamed when the Master comes? Since He may come any 
day, is it not well to be ready every day? I do not know any 
thought that has been made a greater blessing to me through life 
than this." — J. Hudson Taylor. 

He is coming! He is coming! 

We can almost hear the sound 
Of His footsteps at the threshold. 

And our hearts with gladness bound. 

All around us men are seeking, 

Turning blind eyes to the light, 

Longing, fearing, not yet daring 
To escape from sin’s dark night. 

Yet the message is so simple, 

"I will surely come again.” 

Tis the glad news of the Gospel, 

Ringing sweetly through earth’s pain. 

When He comes may I he ready. 

Watching, praying, working still. 

Though He tarry, may I daily 
Learn more perfectly His will. 

—D. N. R. 

’‘Midnight is past,” sings the sailor on the southern ocean: 

“Midnight is past; the Cross begins to bend.” 

“It is high time to awake out of sleep.” Our Lord will cornel 
“Even so, come. Lord Jesus.” 


June 24 

. . His own generation . . (Acts 13:36.) 

the noted Dr. Stewart of Africa wa.s fifteen years of 
he received his first imptilse to become a missionary, 
le time he was following a plow. Leaning on the han- 
of the plow, he began to brood over his future. What 
wao it to be? The question flashed across his mind, “Might 
not I make more of my life than remaining here?” He straightened 
himself and said, “God helping me I will be a missionary,” When, 
this great hero at the age of eighty-six had finished his earthly task 
the lives of thousands had been changed because of his ministry. 
With Livingstone he helped heal Africa’s open sore. A man who 
forgot self! 


“David served his own generation by the will of God.” Could 
you have a nobler motto than that to write on the flyleaf of your 
Bible? “I will serve my own generation by the will of God,” This 
is life at its highest and best. 

“The great secret of success is to be ready when your opportunity 
comes.” — Lord Beaconsfield. 

“Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes; work 
never begxm.” — Christina Rossetti. 

June 25 

“Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath 
begun a good work in you will ‘perform it until the day of 
Jesus Christ.’’ (Phil, 1:6.) 

gN ONE of London’s galleries there stands an unfinished 
piece of statuary — crude and imperfect — ^with barely the 
i outline of a human form emerging. Some one remarked, 
I “The rough block of white marble is here to indicate the 
crudeness from which these perfect forms have been 
chiseled.” There was the touch of genius in the outline. Why could 
not the ideal there have been released? Upon closer observation 
one notices these words inscribed upon the pedestal, “The artist 
died at this stage of the work.” Many a youth has started out as 
this artist did but died to God and high ideals and went into sin 
with his life not finished as God had planned it should be. 

To each man is given a marble to carve for the wall! 
A stone that is needed to heighten the beauty of all: 
And only his soul has the magic to give it grace, 

And only his hands have the cunning to put it in place. 



Yes, the task is given to each man, no other can do: 

So the errand is waiting; it has waited ages for you. 

And now you appear; the hushed ones are turning their gaze 
To see what you do with your chance in the chamber of days. 

— Author Unknown. 

June 26 

. They held their lives cheap." (Rev. 12:11, Weymouth.) 

persecution of the Christians during the reign of 
J Marcus Aurelius was very bitter. The Emperor him- 
1 self decreed the punishment of forty of the men who 
I had refused to bow down to his image. 

“Strip to the skin!" he commanded. They did so. “Now, 
go and stand ou that frozen lake," he commanded, “until you are 
prepared to abandon your Nazar ene-God!" 

Forty naked men marched out into that howling storm on a 
winter’s night. As they took their places on the ice they lifted 
up their voices and sang: 

“Christ, forty wrestlers have come out to wrestle for Thee; to 
win for Thee the victory; to win from Thee the crown." 

After a while those standing by and watching noticed a dis- 
turbance among the men. One man edged away, broke into a 
nm, entered the temple, and prostrated himself before the image 
of the Emperor. 

The captain of the guard, who had witnessed the bravery of 
the men and whose heart had been touched by their teaching, tore 
off his helmet, threw down his spear, and disrobing himself, took 
up the cry as he took the place of the man who had weakened. 
The compensation was not slow in coming, for as the dawn broke 
there were forty corpses on the ice. 

“Who shall dream of shrinking. 

By our Captain led?" 

At least a thousand of God’s saints served as living torches to 
illuminate the darkness of Nero’s gardens, wrapped in garments 
steeped in pitch. “Every finger was a candle." 

“A noble army, men and boys, 

The matron and the maid. 

Around the Saviour’s throne rejoice 
In robes of light arrayed; 

They climbed the steep ascent of heav’n 
Thro’ peril, toil and pain. 



June 27 

. . Launch out into the deep, and let down your nets for 
a draught.., At thy word 1 will let down the net.” 

(Luke 5; 4, 5.) 

J HEN Peter made Christ the captain of his boat he was 
commanded to “launch out into the deep!” When Christ 
was in control, Peter must no longer stay in the shal- 

Are you hugging the shore of the world? Do you 
wonder why there is no success in your Christian life? Have you 
been a Christian for so long, and yet do you still dabble in the 
world’s pleasures? Do you still compromise with the world’s 
standards? Are you still content to come down to the level of the 
world? Have you never burned your bridges and cut your 
shorelines and launched out into the deep, with Christ in full 

If it is a choice between tlie social evening and the church prayer 
meeting, which wins? 

— Frederick P. Wood, 

“Oh, let us launch out on this ocean so broad, 

Where the floods of salvation overflow; 

Oh, let us be lost in the mercy of God, 

Till the depths of His fullness we know. 

Launch out iTifo the deep! Oh, let the shoreline go; 
Launch out, launch out in the ocean divine. 

Out where the full tides flow.” 

A great ship asks deep waters. — George Herbert 

June 28 

“And I will very gladly spend and be spent for you....” 

(2 Cor. 12: 15, R.V.) 

i RECALL that once, in the long ago of my student days 
in this very city, I called on the late Henry Drummond,” 
relates a missionary. “Soon he was telling me of one 
of his friends who was taking a delicately nurtured yoimg 
bride to their new home in Central wAfrica, which was 
so distant that three months of African travel lay between this 
missionary home of theirs and the coast,” 

“What would you say,” I asked, “if that young wife were yom 

“Say!” he replied; “Say! I’d be proud that I had such a slsterl” 



"What is life fof, hut to he given away? Only one life have 
to give; how can we possibly make more of it! That which is a 
divine investment of all that is most precious is wholehearted 
devotion to so magnificent an tmdertakingl 
Serve your own generation. Tomorrow you will be a stranger. 

Captains and kings are passing. 

Banners of war are furled — 

Ours is a vision splendid — 

Christ for a broken world. 

Glory to all who labored, 

Doion through the ages gone, 

They faced the night of conflict. 

We face a glowing dawn. 

Ours is a task tremendous, 

Ours is the strength of youth. 

Let us make all things over 
After the ways of truth. 

Yet is our strength as nothing. 

Never has strength sufficed; 

We have a mighty leader. 

One is our Master: Christ! 

— Selected. 

My life shall be a challenge — ^not a compromise. 

— Chas. E. Cowman. 

June 29 

"He that overeometh shall inherit all things; and 1 will he 
his God, and he shall he my son.” (Rev. 21: 7.) 


r you are forgotten or neglected, or purposely set at 
I naught, and you smile inwardly, glorying in the insult, 
I or the oversight, YOU ARE AN OVERCOMER. 

I "...To him that overeometh will I give to eat of the 
tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God.” 
(Rev. 2; 7.) 

When you can bear with any discord, any irregularity, and any 
annoyance, and are content with any food, any raiment, any cli- 
mate, any society, any solitude, any interruption, YOU ARE AN 

"He that overeometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; 
and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will 



confess his name before my Father, and before his angekf^ (Rev. 
S: 5.) 

Wlien your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, 
your taste offended, your advice disregarded, your opinion ridi- 
culed, and you take it all in patience and loving silence, YOU ARE 

“To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, 
even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his 
throne (Rev. 3: 21,) 

When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation or to 
record your own good works, or itch after commendation; when 
you can truly “love to be unknown,” YOU ARE AN OVERCOMER, 

Lord, touch me now with that thrilling touch that makes all the 
difference between full life and mere existence. 

“And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the 
word of their testimony/* (Rev. 12: 11.) 

He said not, 

“Thou shalt not be 

Thou shalt not be 

Thou shalt not be 

But He said, 

“Thou shalt not be 

— Julian of Norwich, A. D. 1373. 

June 30 

“What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one 
of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wiM&ness, 
and go after that which is lost, until he find it?" (Luke 15: 4.) 

“O Shepherd with bleeding feet, 

Good Shepherd with pleading voice. 

What seekest Thou from hill to hill? 

Sweet were the valley pastures, sweet. 

The sound of flocks that bleat their joys 
And eat and drink at will. 

Is one worth seeking, when Thou hast of thine 
Ninety and nine?" 



The Master answers; 

“How should I stay my bleeding feet? 

How should I hush my pleading voice? 

I who chose death and climbed a hill, 

Accounting gall and wormwood sweet? 

I seek my own." 

“And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoic- 
ing. And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and 
neighbours, saying unto them. Rejoice with me; for I have found 
my sheep which was lost." (Luke 15; 5, 6.) 

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside 
the still waters. 

He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness 
for his name’s sake. 

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I 
will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they 
comfort me. 

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine ene- 
mies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my 
life: and 1 will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever." 

— (Psalm 23.) 

“The King of Love my Shepherd is!” 

July 1 

“The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to 
destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they 
might have it more abundantly.” (John 10: 10.) 

SR. W. B. RILEY told of spending a brief vacation years 
I ago on the premises of a Scottish sheep herder. His host 
I had met him courteously at the station, but in the long 
I drive to the ranch had seemed strangely disinclined to 
talk. There had seemed to he a heavy burden on his heart. 
Pressed for the reason for his silence, the old shepherd wept as 
though his own children had been snatched from iiim. ‘T lost sixty- 
five of my best lambs last night,” he said. “Wolves got in.” The 
sympathetic pastor expressed his own grief over this great loss. 
“And how many sheep did they kill besides?” he asked. The shep- 
herd looked surprised. “Don’t you know,” he answered, “that a 
wolf never will take an old sheep so long as he can get a lamb?" 



The wolf prefers lambs! 

O Lord, make me aware 
of peril in the air 
Before the wolf can leap 
upon wee sheep. 

Give me the eye that sees 
When he is threatening them 
Who are so dear to Thee, 
so dear to me. 

— Selected. 

July 2 

"Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and 
to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with 
exceeding joy" (Jude 24.) 

i WRITER tells of going with a party down into a coal mine. 
On the side of the gangway grew a plant which was per- 
fectly white. The visitors were astonished that there 
where the coal dust was continually flying, this little 
plant shoixld be so pure and white. A miner who was 
with them took a handful of the black dxist and threw it upon the 
plant, but not a particle adhered. Every atom of the dust rolled 
off. The visitors themselves repeated the experiment, but the 
coal dust would not cling. There was a wonderful enamel on the 
folds of the white plant to which the finest specks could not adhere. 
As it lived there amid clouds of black dust nothing could stain 
the snowy whiteness. If He can keep a flower stainless, white as 
snow, amid clouds of black dust, can He not keep your heart in 
like purity in this world of sin? 

All "inclosed" my lily garden. 

But to One its bloom revealed. 

And within its deepest recess 
Springs a living fountain "sealed." 

Flows this spring of life from Jesus, 
Back to Him its streams must go. 
And the lilies owe their freshness 
To the fountain's constant flow. 

Jesus, "Altogether lovely,” 

Spotless Lily of my heart. 

Grow within my life forever, 

1 am Thine, and mine Thou art. 

— ^From Heart Melody, 



As a child of the King, of the true Royal Blood, may I walk today 
with dignity, never stooping to the allurements of the world. Keep 
my garmente spotless! 

July 3 

‘^Wherefore hy their fruits ye shall know them/’ (Matt. 7: 20.) 


ggy w^DELINA PATTI, the great singer, upon her marriage to 
Baron de Cederstrom, left an order at her home that her 
letters should all be forwarded to the Cannes post office. 
When she arrived she went to the post office and asked 
if there were any letters for the Baroness Adelina de 
Cederstrora-PattL “Lots of them,” was the reply. “Then, please, 
will you give them to me?” requested the Baroness. To which 
the postmaster inquired, “Have you an old letter by which I can 
identify you?” “No, sir; I have nothing but my visiting card. 
Here it is.” “Oh, that’s not enough, madam; anyone can get vis- 
iting cards of other people. If you want your letters you will have 
to give me a better proof of your identity than that.” A brilliant 
idea then struck Mme. Patti. She began to sing. A touching song 
^e chose — the one beginningj “A voice loving and tender” — and 
never did she put more heart into the melody. Marvelous was the 
change as the exquisite music broke through the intense silence. 
In a few minutes the quiet post office was filled with people, and 
hardly had the singer concluded the first few lines of the ballad 
when an old clerk came forward and said, trembling with ex- 
citement, “It’s Patti! Patti! There’s none but Adelina Patti who 
can sing like that!” “Well, are you satisfied now?” the singer 
asked of the official who had doubted her identity. The only reply 
which he made was to go to the drawer and hand her the pile 
of letters. 

If we are to convince the world of the divinity of Jesus Christ 
and IBs power to transform poor sinful human hearts and lives into 
His own likeness, then we must prove it by the living testimony of 
our lives. We must learn to sing the heavenly music. — Selected. 

Glad with Thy light, and glowing with Thy love. 

So let me ever speak and think and move 
As fits a soul new-touched with life from Heaven, 

That seeks hut so to order all her course 
As most to show the glory of that Source 
By Whom her strength, her hope, her life are given. 



July 4 

“And let the beauty of the Lord our God he upon us: . . 

(Psalm 90:17.) 


Of what are you weaving your life 

Of fast-fading pleasures or joys 
that stay? 

Do you want it completed in lovely 

It will all depend on the threads 
you use! 

Take only the best from the maze 
you find, 

The threads that will strengthen 
your heart and mind; 

Just threads you are sure of, beyond 
a doubt. 

Durable threads that will not wear 

You will want some colorful, gay 
and bright, 

Beautiful, too, but they must he 

No snags, no knots, no colors that 

To make you ashamed in the days 
to come. 

Some of the threads should be sturdy 
and plain 

The better, we know, to withstand 
the strain 

Of the noonday sun and the scalding 

That are sure to come with the 
passing years. 

To all of your threads you must add 
some gold. 

The wealth of God's Love— it will 
make them hold; 



FoTi in weaving a life of beautiful 

It always depends on the threads 
you use! 

— Alice Hansche Mortenson, 

July 5 

*Y0 are our epistles written in our hearts, known and read 
of all men: . . . written not with ink, but with the Spirit of the 
living God; . . {2 Cor. 3: 2,3.) 


gR. J. H. FRANKLIN relates a striking experience of a 
1 missionary to the islands of the Inland Sea near Japan. 
I One evening a sailor came to him and asked him to call 
I upon a man on another island who was under a deep 
"sense of spiritual need. 

The missionary', tired out after a hard day’s work, turned to a 
recent convert and said, “I am dreadfully tired. Won’t you go and 
take him a Bible?” The friend replied, “No, teacher. It is not time 
to talce that man a Bible. That book is yours, and now, thank 
God, it is mine also, but it is not time to take that man a Bible. 
Teacher, that man is reading you yet awhile.” 

'The missionary could not sleep that night. He kept hearing those 
words over and over again; “That man is reading you ....” Be- 
fore daybreak he set out to see the man. 

“The Christian is the only Bible the great majority ever look 
at. Ought we not then so to live as to require no commentary to 
explain us?” 

It was said of a great missionary: “There is no difference be- 
tween him and the Book.” 

You are the Bible they will read the most. 

They shall see Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 
Within its pages. Reading they shall claim 
Their great possessions in the fragrant Name. 

—Fay Inchfawn. 

One example is worth a thousand arguments. 

“Dear Master, show me more and more 
Thy beauty. 

That, gazing on Thy brightness 
day by day, 

I may reflect a little of Thy lustre; 

And thus help others 

on their homeward way. 



July 6 

‘%et no man despise thy youth; hut be thou an example of 
the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, iu spirit, 
m faith, in purity." (1 Tim. 4: 12.) 


Now what is your niche in the mind of the man who met you yes-^ 
ter day? 

He figured you out and labeled you; then carefully filed you 

Are you on his list as one to respect, or as one to be 

Does he think you the sort that’s sure to win, or the kind that’s 
quickly floored? 

The things you said — were they those that stick, or the kind that 
fade and die? 

The story you told — did you tell it your best? If not, iu all con- 
science, why? 

Your notion of things in the world of trade — did you make that 
notion clear? 

Did you make it sound to the listener as though it were good to 

Did you mean, right down in your heart of hearts, the things that 
you then expressed? 

Or was it the talk of a better man in clumsier language 

Did you think while you talked, or but glibly recite what you had 
heard or read? 

Had you made it your own — this saying of yours — or quoted what 
others said? 

Think — what is your niche in the mind of the man who met you 

And figured you out and labeled you; then carefully filed you 

— Strickland W. Gillilan. 

Phillips Brooks was the soul of saintliness — ^saintliness with red 
blood. To see him walk along a Boston street made the day, if it was 
dark and gloomy, bright and sunny. The atmosphere of a whole 
church has been changed by a single beautiful soul within that 
church; the tone of an entire schoolroom has been made different 
by the spirit of a noble Christian youth who studied there. 

“The influence of a person whose heart God has touched is like a 
breath of fresh air in a hot room." 



July 7 

" . . Not I, hut Christ . . (Gal. 2: 20.) 

NE of the marks of highest worth is deep lowliness. The 
shallow nature, conscious of its weakness and insuffici- 
ency, is always trying to advertise itself and make sure 
of its being appreciated. The strong nature, conscious of 
its strength, is willing to wait and let its work be made 
manifest in due time. Indeed, the truest natures are so free from 
all self-consciousness and self-consideration that their object is 
not to be appreciated, understood or recompensed, but to accom- 
plish their true mission and fulfill the real work of life. 

Climbing the mountain pathway 
No lovelier flower 1 see 
Than the shy little violet, 

Hiding modestly. 

— Japanese poet. 

“One day,” said Andrew A. Bonar, “a friend of mine, passing down 
a Glasgow street, saw a crowd at a shop door, and he had the 
curiosity to look in. There he saw an auctioneer holding up a 
grand picture so that all could see it. When he got it into position, 
he remained behind it, and said to the crowd, ‘Look at this part of 
the picture . . . and now at this part,’ and so on, describing each 
detail of it. ‘Now,’ said my friend, ‘the whole time I was there 
I never saw the speaker, but only the picture he was showing.’ ” 

“Not I, hut Christ,” he honored, loved, exalted; 

“Not I, but Christ,” be seen, he known, he heard; 

“Not I, but Christ,” in every look and action; 

“Not I, but Christ,” in every thought and word. 

“Not I, hut Christ,” in lowly, silent labor; 

“Not I, hut Christ,” in humble, earnest toil; 

Christ, only Christ! no show, no ostentation; 

Christ, none but Christ the gath’rer of the spoil. 

Christ, only Christ, ere long will fill my vision; 

Glory excelling soon, full soon ITl see — 

Christ, only Christ, my evWy wish fulfilling — 

Christ, only Christ, my All in All to be. 

— Hymnal. 

O Lord, how I long to be centered in Thee, so completely cen- 
tered in Thee that I do not realize it. 

— A Little Book of Prayers, 
by Oswald Chambers. 



July 8 

"WIio hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? 
who hath hahhling? who hath wounds without cause? who 
hath redness of eyes? They that tarry long at the wine; they 
that go to seek mixed wine.” (Prov. 23: 29, 30.) 

H S I LOOKED around and came to know more of people 
and things, I found the always unanswerable argument 
in favor of a young man’s abstinence: that is, that the 
most successful men in America today are those who 
never lift a wineglass to their lips. Becoming interested 
in this fact, I had the cxiriosity to inquire personally into it, and 
of twenty-eight of the leading business men in the country, whose 
names I selected at random, twenty-two never touch a drop of 
wine of any sort. I made up my mind that there was some reason 
for this. If the liquor brought safe pleasures, why did these men 
abstain from it? If it is a stimtdant to a busy man, why did not 
these men directing the largest business interests in this country 
resort to it? And when I saw that these were the men whose opin- 
ions in great business matters were accepted by the leading con- 
cerns of the world, I concluded that their judgment in the use of 
liquor would satisfy me. 

— Edward W. Bok, in Christian Herald. 

On the day in 1874 when David Livingstone was buried in West- 
minster Abbey the streets of Liondon were lined with thousands 
seeking to pay respect to the memory of the pioneer missionary. 
In the crowd was noticed an old man, poorly clad, ragged, and 
weeping bitterly. Some one went to him and asked him why he 
was weeping when all were seeking to honor the illustrious dead. 
“I’ll tell you why,” the old man replied. “Davie (Livingstone) 
and I were born in the same village, brought up in the same day 
school and Stznday school, and worked together at the same loom. 
But Davie went that way, and I went this; now he is honored by 
the nation, and I am neglected, unknown, and dishonored. I have 
nothing to look forward to but a drunkard’s grave.” 

“Tread all the powers of darkness down, and win the well-fought 
day.” — Charles Wesley. 

“Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin; 

Each victory will help you some other to win: 

Fight manfully onward, dark passions subdue; 

Look ever to Jesus; He will carry you through. 

Ask the Saviour to help you. 

Comfort, strengthen, and keep you; 

He is willing to aid you. 

He will carry you through." ^ 



July 9 

"Be still, and know that 1 am Ood:. (Psalm 46: 10.) 


gVERY true Christian life needs its daily silent times, when 
I all shall be still, when the bu^ activity of other hours 
I shall cease, and when the heart, in holy hush, shall com™ 
I mune with God. One of the ^eatest needs of Christian 
® life in these days is more devotion. Ours is not an age of 
prayer so much as an age of work. The tendency is to action 
rather than to worship, to busy toil rather than to quiet sitting at 
the Saviour’s feet to commime with Him. The keynote of our 
present Christian life is consecration, which is xinderstood to mean 
devotion to active service. On every hand we are incited to work. 
Our zeal is stirred by every inspiring incentive. The calls to duty 
come to us from a thousand earnest voices. 

Your life needs days of retirement, when it shuts the gates upon 
the noisy whirl of action and is alone with God. 

I need wide spaces in my heart 
Where faith and I can go apart 
And grow serene. 

Life gets so choked by busy living, 

Kindness so lost in fussy giving, 

That love slips by unseen. 

1 want to make a quiet place 
Where those I love can see God’s face, 

Can stretch their hearts across the earth, 

Can understand what spring is worth, 

Can count the stars. 

Watch violets groxo. 

And learn what birds and children know. 

— Anonymous. 

Lord, for all who are taxed physically, undertake with Thy 
sweet strength and stistaining. Prevent the exacting of Satan, 
and may the joy and strength of God be marvelous today. Cleanse 
me from flurry, and keep me purely and calmly Thine. Gather me 
into concentrated peace on Thee. Come in Thy great and quiet 

almightirt eyjii, 

— A Little Book of Prayers, by Oswald Chamhers^ 

mountain teailways for youth 


July 10 

^‘And Jesus, walking hy the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, 
Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, castin(, a net into 
the sea: for they were fishers. And he saith unto them, Fol~ 
low me, and I will make you fishers of men.” (Matt. 4: 18, 19.) 

WHERE is a legend of an artist who long sought for a piece 
I of sandalwood out of which to carve a Madonna. At 
I last he was about to give up in despair, leaving the vision 
I of his life unrealized, when in a dream he was bidden to 
® shape the figure from a block of oak wood which was des- 
tined for the fire. Obeying the command, he produced from the 
log of common firewood a masterpiece. In like manner, many 
people wait for great and brilliant opportunities for doing the good 
things, the beautiful things, of which they dream, while through 
all the plain, common days, the very opportunities they require 
for such deeds lie close to them in the simplest and most familiar 
passing events, and in the homeliest circumstances. They wait to 
find sandalwood out of which to carve Madonnas, while far more 
lovely Madonnas than they dream of are hidden in the common 
logs of oalc they spurn with their feet in the woodyard.” 

—J. R. Miller, D. D. 

Common things are beautiful when they are linlced to Christ. 
It is a great day when we discover God in the common bush. 

When we enjoy a closer walk with God, common things will 
wear the hues of heaven. 

Do not wait for the spectacular! 

It is very noticeable in all history that the larger part of the great 
men in every department have sprung from the common people, 
so far as the absence of wealth or rank, or great ancestry can make 
them common. 

July 11 

"O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and 
he ghid all our days.” (Psalm 90: 14.) 

IHE story is told of a youth who one day found a gold 
I coin on the street. He became a man, but he had ac- 
I quired the habit of always keeping his eyes on the ground 
I as he walked, expecting to find coins. He never saw the 
trees, or the flowers which grew in beauty beside the 
paths; he never saw the purple hills, the lovely valleys, the majes- 
tic mountains. To him our Father’s lovely world meant only a 
place in which to look for coins. 



Buayan’s man with the muckrake could look no way but 
down, so he lost his crown. 


Tve been down io Kirby, down to Kirby and his 

And his peonies and pansies, and his countless 
stock of posies. 

And he never mmtioned dollars, never talked 
about his neighbors, 

Never spoke a word of scandal or the hardship of 
his labors. 

But he led me through his gardens, and his eyes 
with kindness glowing. 

Like a father to his children, talked of living 
things and growing. 

We spent the day with blossoms, stood about and 
talked them over. 

Saw the orchards pink with beauty, and the 
meadows white with clover. 

And he taught me little secrets of the peonies 
and roses, 

As one mother to another all that she has learned 

Taught me how and when to plant them, how to know 
wild shoots from true ones. 

What to cherish of the old ones, what is worthy of 
the new ones. 

Oh, I don*t know how to tell it, but I felt my 
soul expanding, „ 

Felt my vision growing wider as with Kirby I was 

And I thought my little garden could be lovelier 
and brighter, 

That my roses might grow redder and my peonies 
grow whiter. 

And my life a little finer if I recognized my duty 

And thought less of selfish profit and a little 
more of beauty. — Edgar A. Guest. 

(This poem is from the book The Light of Faith, by Edgar A. 
Guest, copyright 1926; used by permission of The Reilly & Lee 
Co., Chicago.) 

“One should learn to enjoy the neighbor’s garden-— the roses 
shaggling over the fence, the scent of lilacs drifting across 
the road.” 

mountain trailways for youth 


July 12 

“...They came and saw where he dwelt, and abode with 

him that day:. . (John 1:39.) 

WONDERED what it was that lured your feet to follow 
Him upon His homeward way. Was it mere eagerness 
to see the street and house in which He sojourned and to 
stay at closer quarters with Him for one day? 

. . . Or, did you feel a strange attractive Power, which 
lured you from your boat beside the bay; when, heeding not the 
passing of the hour, and caring not what other foUcs might say, 
you made your home with Him for that brief day? 

. . . Perhaps you felt a holy discontent, after the hours spent 
in that Presence fan*? Certain it is, you thenceforth were intent 
on fishing men; for, from His side you went, and straightway 
brought your brother to Him there! 

. , . Oh, Andrew! you could never be the same, after the contact 
of that wondrous day. You ne’er again could play with passion’s 
flame, or harbour pride or hate, or grasp for fame, or give to ava- 
rice a place to stay. 

. . . Rather, I think, you might be heard to say, “Something about 
Him burned my pride away, and cooled my hate and changed it 
for Love’s way .... After the healing contact of that stay, I must 
bring Simon to have one such day!" 

. . . And, ever after, as men passed your way, they would be 
conscious of some strange, new speU — some unexplained, mys- 
terious miracle. Then, in awe-filled whisper they would say, 
“Andrew is greatly altered since that day!" 

. . . Oh! Wondrous Sojourner on life’s dark way. Savioirr! Who 
understands what sinners say, Grant me to come beneath Thy 
magic sway, lest, rough-edged, loveless, sin-stained, I should stay, 
lacking the impress of just such a day! 

— Eleanor Vellacott Wood. 

July 13 

“...Quit you like men, be strong." (1 Cor. 16:13.) 

NOT pray for easy lives! Pi-ay to be stronger men. 
o not pray for tasks equal to your powers. Pray for 
)wers equ^ to your tasks. Then the doing of your worls 
lall be no miracle, but you shall be a miracle. 

— Phillips Brooks. 
We must remember that it is not in any easy or self-indulgeni 
life that Christ will lead us to greatness. The easy life leads nol 
upward, but downward. Heaven always is above us, and W€ 



mxist ever be looking up toward it. There are some people who 
always avoid things that are costly, that require self-denial, or 
self-restraint and sacrifice, but toil and hardship show us the only 
way to nobleness. Greatness comes not by having a mossy path 
made for you through the meadow, but by being sent to hew out 
a roadway by your own hands. Are you going to reach the moun- 
tain splendors? — Selected. 

O God, not like a stagnant pool 
With tepid depths, let my life he; 

But like a stream, undaunted, cool, 

That plunges, surges toward the sea. 

O God, not like a sodden log. 

Now dead, though once a stately tree; 

But pushing high above the bog 
Still upward yearning, let life he! 

— tJ. Gordon Hotoard. 


July 14 

"For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do 
of his good pleasure.’* (Phil. 2: 13.) 

great works are carried on in silence. All noiselessly 
planets move in their orbits. “There is no speech or 
language where their voice is not heard.” The dewdrops 
gkjm^-^ form ^emselves in quiet peacefulness on the summer 
grass, and the light of the morning breaks in softness 
over the silent earth. There is no crying of “Lo, here!” or “Lo, 
there!” before the rising of the sun. Its simple presence is the 
only a^ouncement. 

^ in the spiritual movements we should have more confi- 
dence in the undemonstrative influence that is constant than 
in the fitful effort that is noisy and sensational. This is a truth 
that is too sadly forgotten in these days. We have fallen upon 
an age of bustle, trumpet blowing, and advertising. It would 
seem as if many believed that they could take the world by storm. 
There is more faith in the earthquake than in the Still Small Voice. 
We are forgetting that the mightiest power in the world, next only 
to the Spirit of God Himself, is the power of Christlike character. 
It were well, therefore, that the voices among us were less noisy 
and the deeds were more pronounced. Better a star than a meteor; 
better a beacon that is steady than a marshfii-e that is fiickei*ing 
and changeable. Life is more potent than words. By life, “with- 
out a word,” things will be accomplished which could not be se- 



cured even by the most glowing words “witiiout the life.” 

— Win. M. Taylor, DD. 

“One great evidence of my abiding in Christ is quietness of 
spirit. I have my portion elsewhere, and I go on. No matter what 
it may be, we bring quietness of spirit into all circumstances whilst 
dwelling with God. The soul is not only happy in God for itself, 
but it will bring the tone of that place out with it.” — J. N. D. 

“1/ we are quiet we shall hear. 

If we hear we shall be quiet/’ 

“God’s noiseless workers own His calm control.” 

July 15 

“For who maketh thee to differ from another? and what 
hast thou that thou didst not receive? now if thou didst re- 
ceive it, why dost thou glory, as if thou hoist not received 
it” (1 Cor. 4:7.) 


KREISLER regards his musical ability as a gift 
God, and he treats it as a sacred trust, 
receive messages from men and women located in 
r parts of the globe telling me that my music gives 
L happiness,” he says. “If that is so, then I am happy 
— happy that I can bring cheer to at least a few in this sad world 
of ours. As for the financial end of my art — ^to be quite truthful, 
I must admit that, as my dear father did not believe in selling his 
medical knowledge, so it nauseates me to have to sell my musical 

“I was born with music in my system. I knew musical scores 
instinctively before I knew my ABC’s. It was a gift of Providence. 
I did not acquire it. So I do not even deserve thanks for the 

“Do you thank birds for flying in the sky, or do the birds 
charge you fees for singing in the woods? Music is too sacred to 
be sold.... I never look upon the money I earn as my own. 
It is public money. It belongs to the public. It is only a trust 
fund entrusted to my care for proper disbursement. 

“So the money I earn I never spend in high living or for my 
personal pleasure. How can I squander money on myself while 
there is so much misery, so much hunger in the world? As a 
matter of fact, to be perfectly healthy the hrnnan body does not 
need much. We create and increase our needs; develop costly 
habits; then feel miserable when we cannot have things.” 



In 1860, Franz Liszt, the great musician, wrote . . . “Christ cru- 
cified, the madness and elevation of the Cross— this is my true 

“No man can truly say that he has made a success of life un- 
less he has written at the top of his life journal, ‘Enter God,’ ” 

— Robert Louis Stevenson. 

“The world’s praise is a puff of wind.” —An Indian saying. g 

July 16 

“Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus 
Christ.'' (2 Tim. 2:3.) 

hard, my men, die hard!” shouted Colonel Inglis of the 
m Division to his men on the heights behind the River 

P I Albuhera. The regiment was nicknamed “the Die-hards” 
P after that. The tale may have been forgotten, but the 

name lives on; and in spite of foofish uses, it is a great 
name. It challenges us. We are called to be the Lord’s “Die-hards,” 
to whom can be committed any kind of trial of endurance, and 
who can be coimted upon to stand firm no matter what happens. 
It is written of CromweU; “He strove to give his command so 
strict a unity that in no crisis should it crack.” With this aim in 
view, he made his Ironsides. The result of that discipline was 
seen not only in victory .,but in defeat; for his troops, “though 
they were beaten and routed, presently rallied again and stood in 
good order xmtil they received new orders.” This is the spirit 
Slat animates all valiant life; to be strong in will, to strive, to 
seek, to find, and not to yield is all that matters. Failure or suc- 
cess, as the world xmderstands these words, is of no eternal ac- 
count, To be able to stand steady in defeat is in itself a victory. 
There is no tinsel about that kind of triumph. 

"It’s o fight and a hard fight. 

And a fight to the cud. 

For life is no sleep in the clover; 

Ifs a fight for the boy 
And a fight for the man, 

And a fight until days are all over!" 

The Indians have a saying that when a warrior kills a foe the 
spirit of the vanquished enters the victor’s heart and adds to his 
strength for every future struggle. In fiie weird fancy lies a 
truth. Each defeat leaves us weaker for the next battle, but each 
conquest makes us stronger. 



July 17 

“Ponder the path of thy feet, and let all thy ways he estab- 
lished f (Prov. 4:26.) 

aALK circumspectly! You have sometimes seen the top 
I of a wall covered with mortar, and in the mortar, pieces 
I of glass, so as to prevent boys from going along, I have 
I seen a cat walk along the top of that w^; and it walks 
* circumspectly — picks its way! With what carefulness it 
puts down its foot, each time looking for a place between those 
broken bits of glass. You and I have to walk like that if we are 
going to do anything for God in the world. 

—D. L. Moody. 

Lord Kitchener said this fine thing of General Gordon: “Gordon 
was a wliite man without a smudge.” That was a soldier’s blunt 
but forceful way of putting it. You know what a smudge is — a 
smudged copybook — a smudged character — “Gordon was a white 
man without a smudge.” 

“Wearing the white flower of a blameless life!" 

Let us not cast ourselves needlessly into situations where our 
most cherished convictions are likely to be assailed by wanton 
men. Take care of warming yourself by the world’s fire. 

July 18 

A chosen vessel . . (Acts 9:15.) 

gOD is preparing His leaders, His heroes; and when op- 
' T portimity comes He can fit them into their places in a 
I moment, and the world will wonder from whence they 
I came and under what mighty leadership had they re- 
ceived their fitness. 


Child of the boundless prairie, son of 
the virgin soil. 

Heir to the hearing of burdens, 
brother to them that toil; 

God and nature together shaped him to 
lead in the van. 

In the stress of her wildest weather when 
the nation needed a man. 



Eye$ of a smouldering fire, heart of a lion 
at hay, 

Patience to plan for tomorrow, valor to 
serve for today; 

Mournful and mirthful and tender, quick as 
a flash with a jest, 

Hiding with gibe and great laughter the ache 
that was dull in his breast! 

Met were the man and the hour — man who 
was strong for the shock! 

Fierce were the lightnings unleashed; in the 
midst he stood fast as a rock; 

Comrade he was, and commander, he who 
was meant for the time; 

Iron in council and action, simple, aloof, and 

Swift slip the years from their tether, cen- 
turies pass like a breath; 

Only some lives are immortal, challenging 
darkness and death. 

Hewn from the stuff of the martyrs, write in 
the star dust his name, 

Glowing, untarnished, transcendani, high on 
the records of fame. 

— Margaret E. Sangster. 

Youth! Give to the world a masterpiece! 

July 19 

“...Except a com of wheat fall into the ground and die, it 
ahideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit. . . . 
if any man serve me, let him follow me . . (John 12: 24, 26.) 

^HOMAS GAJETAN EAGLAND, a second Henry Martyn 
'I in mathematical attainment and in devotion as a mis- 
I sionary, wrote the following three lessons as proved in 
I his experience in India: 

1. “Of all qualifications for mission work, and every 
other work, charity or love is the most excellent.” (1 Cor. 13.) 

2. “Of all methods of attaining to a position of usefu^ess and 
honour, the only safe and sure one is purging our hearts from 
vainglory, worldliness, and selfishness.” (2 Tim. 2:21.) 

3. “Of all plans for ensuring success, the most certain is Christ’s 
own — becoming as a com of wheat, falling into the ground, and 
dying.” (John 12:24.) 



That was the law of our Lord nineteen hundred years ago, who 
lost His life and His fame, who just went around over the world 
talking to men and women, taldng little children up in His arms 
and ignoring what the world esteemed. Men asked Him to use 
His masterful gifts of organization to set up a kingdom. They 
came by force to make Him king, but He went off into the wilder- 
ness that He might be alone. At last He actually died and went 
away without having lifted His finger to perpetuate His move- 
ment by any of those devices on which men rely for influence 
and immortality. 

He lost His life. Did He? Why, He has found it again— in tens 
of millions throughout all the ages over all the world! There are 
more representatives of Christ today than ever; and they will go 
on multiplying tmtil the end of time. The com of wheat fell into 
the ground and died, and it did not abide alone. 

The young Prince of Glory died when He was yoimg. Of His 
own will and in the conquering strength of a wholehearted deci- 
sion He went to the Cross for us. 


“If it die... much fruit.” 

(John 12:24.) 

There is no field without a seed. 

Life raised through death is life indeed. 
The smallest, lowliest little flower 
A secret is, of mighty power 
To live — it dies — buried to rise — 

Abundant life through sacrifice. 

Would’ st thou know sacrifice? 

It is through loss; 

Thou can’st not save hut by the Cross. 

A com of wheat, except it die. 

Can never, never multiply. 

The glorioxis fields of waving gold. 
Through death are life a hundredfold. 
Thou who for souls dost weep and pray. 
Let not hell’s legions thee dismay. 

This is the way of ways for thee, 

The way of certain victory. 

— Selected. 

"^Gideon threshed wheat . . . And the angel of the Lord . . . said 
unto him, The Lord is with thee, . . .” (Judges 6: 11, 12.) 



July 20 

^..,The place whereon thou standest is holy ground/" 

(Exod. 3: 5.) 


will be happy in it — contented. Joyous, cheei-ful, 
•getic. The days will be altogether too short for you. 
LI your faculties will give their consent to your work, 
say “Amen” to your occupation. There will be no 
i.*w..est anywhere in your nature; you will not feel any 
regret because you are a farmer, or a blacksmith, or a shoe- 
maker, because whatever your occupation or profession, you will 
be an artist instead of an artisan. You will not apologize because 
you are not this or that, for you will have found your place, 
and win be satisfied. 

You will feel yourself growing in your work, and your life 
broadening and deepening. 

Your work will be a perpetual tonic to you. There will be no 
drudgery in it. You wiU go to your task with delight and leave 
it with regret. Life will be a glory, not a grind. 

— Great Thoughts. 

A man I know has made an altar 
Of his factory bench. 

And one has turned the counter in his store 
Into a place of sacrifice and holy ministry. 
Another still has changed his office desk 
Into a pulpit desk, from which to speak and 

Transforming commonplace affairs 
Into the business of the King. 

A Martha in our midst has made 
Her kitchen table a communion table. 

A postman makes his daily round 
A walk in the temple of God . . . . 

To all of these each daily happening 
Has come to be a whisper from the lips of 

Each separate task a listening post, 

And every common circumstance 
A wayside shrine. 

—Edgar Tramp, in Christian Century. 

The surrender of the costliest possession of my life is the key 
to the treasures of the Kingdom for me. 



July 21 

“Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, so let him 
give; not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful 
giver." (2 Cor. 9:7.) 

r-ffl^aHEN the English Government sought to reward General 
ft Charles George Gordon for his brilliant services in 

« China, General Gordon declined all money or titles, 
but finally accepted a gold medal inscribed with the re~ 
cord of his thirty-tliree engagements. It was his most 
prized possession. But after his death the medal could not be 
found. Eventually it was learned that he had sent it to Man- 
chester during a severe famine, directing that it should be melted 
down and used to buy bread for the poor. Under the date of its 
sending, these words were found written in his diary: “The last 
and only thing I had in this world that I valued I have given 
over to the Lord Jesus Christ” 

It is not what you have that matters. 

It is what you do with what you have. 

— Sir Wilfred Grenfell. 

Does it seem strange tliat we should think of making gifts to 
God? It was not strange in the Jewish religion, nor should it 
seem so in the Christian religion. Life offers no opportrmities 
fraught with greater meaning than is contained in the idea that we 
can do something for God. “Sacrificing to God” — ^whether it be 
the cattle of the stall, the grain of the field, or the resxxlt of the 
labor of the hand, the essential idea is the same; we are doing 
something for God, and He is pleased with our gifts. 


“Is sacrifice so hard a thing? 

We give a useless seed 

To God’s kind care, and — lol — we reap 

A harvest for our need." 

When William Borden, Yale University student and multi- 
millionaire, was asked why he should throw his life away in 
missionary work, his answer was, “You have never seen heathen- 
ism!” When he was called Home at 25, he left more gifts for 
missionary work than any man of his age had ever done before. 
He not only gave away his great fortime but laid down his 
lovely young life in answering “the call.” 

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his 
life for his friends.” (Jolm 15: 13.) 



July 22 

‘ I was not disobedient to the heavenly vision" 

(Acts 26; 19.) 

I WANT to wear out my life for Him!” said David Braiii- 
I erd when the vision of the compassionate Christ filled 
I his soul. Can there be anything more beautiful, more 
I wonderful, than the victory which crowned the life of 
that suffering missionary who brought back from his 
field of service a pitifully broken body but a marvelously trium- 
phant spirit? By a sort of code which he managed with his stubs 
of legs he communicated this message to his friend, as he lay on 
his bed in a hospital in England: “You ask me how I am. I have 
lost my eyesight now, and my voice, no feet and ankles, and no 
arms, but my heart is far from dead. I have no doubt in these 
days, and if I had my voice I should sing all the day long. My 
little room shines with the glory of an invisible Presence, and 
my heart thrills with the abithng fullness of the joy of God.” 

Why was he so radiantly happy? Simply this: he had accepted 
the will of God for his life. He had answered to the call of God, 
“Here am I, Lord, send me.” He had said, “I go,” and he went. 

“It is enough, 

1 come. 

Christ’s human face, divinely lit, 

And God's love shining out from it 
Have conquered. 

1 come. 

It is enough. 

Is it enough? 

I go! 

His hand points to the farthest shore 
Where human hands outstretched are beg- 
ging for 

The Christ who conquered — lo, 

It is enough, 

I go!' 

That life is long which answers life’s great end. — Young. 

“We go in faith, our own great weakness feeling. 
And needing more each day Thy grace to know: 
Yet from our hearts a song of triumph pealing; 

We rest on Thee, and in Thy name we go” 

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July 23 

'\..Thy Father, which seeth in secret, shall reward thee 
openly." (Matt. 6:18.) 

When to the front you cannot go 
Be faithful under cover; 

God needs a secret service, too. 

The one to help the other. 

It may be in the engine-room. 

Just firing the old boiler 
Where ifs dark and lonely, lad; 

Be faithful under cover. 

First, find the place of secret prayer; 

Be faithful under cover; 

Fast close the door and linger there — 

It is the place of power. 

If in the home and kitchen, lass. 

Your callinsf you discover. 

In woman^s hand is destiny; 

Be faithful under cover. 

Elijah, in the wilderness. 

Was faithful under cover; 

God’s hidden man was sent to warn 
Of dearth, the country over. 

Then, if like him to Cherith sent 
To wait the coming shower. 

He’ll keep and feed and cherish you 
Be faithful under cover. 

Perchance, you’ve been at battle’s front; 

Now, faithful under cover; 

Your health is gone, you cannot work. 

You feel your day is over. 

Look up! Cheer up! You’re not thro’ yet, 

God is your gracious Lover; 

Tis in the heart man serves Him best. 

Be faithful under cover. 

— Mrs. E. W. Grossman. 

“To succeed in life,” Palmer explains, “live as nearly a selfless 
life as possible and go beyond what is expected.” His motto is 
“Do all you can and then some.” He says it’s the “then some” 
that gets your salary raised. He is firmly convinced that service 
begins where compensation ends. 



July 24 

“Set your affection on things above, not on things on the 
earth/* (Col. 3:2.) 

COLLEGE youth was on the verge of making the su- 
preme consecration when the tempter whispered, “There 
is too much to be sacrificed, for the path of the religious 
life is hard and stony, and all the pleasures will have to 
be given up, and you will be miserable to the end of 
your days.” 

He slept, and upon awakening in the morning, these words were 
impressed upon him with overpowering force: “My yoke is easy 
and my burden is light; only foUow me,” an all-persuading Voice 
seemed to say, “and all the years that haunt you shall vanish 

Christ’s own path led up the hill of Calvary, and there was 
roughness in the way, but the glory lay beyond the Cross. 

God give to you courage to climb up into tlie mountains where 
the air is purer and sweeter than in the vales. 

We are not told his name — this “rich young ruler** 

Who sought the Lord that day; 

We only know that he had great possession 
And that — he went away. 

He went away — from joy and peace and power; 
From love unguessed, untold; 

From that eternal life that he was seeking, 

Back to his paltry gold. 

He went away; he kept his earthly treasure, 

But oh, at what a cost! 

Afraid to take the Cross and lose his riches — 
And God and Heaven were lost. 

So for the tinsel bonds that held and drew him 
What honor he let slip — 

Comrade of John and Paul and friend of Jesus- 
What glorious fellowship! 

For they who left their all to follow Jesus 
Have pund a deathless fame. 

On His immortal scroll of saints and martyrs 
God wrote each shining name. 



We should have read his there — the rich young ruler— 

If he had stayed that day; 

Nameless — though Jesus loved him — ever nameless 
Because — he went away. 

— Author Unknown, 

“For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, 
and lose his own soul? (Mark 8: 36.) 

Learn to root your soul ia timeless things. 

July 25 

“And herein do I exercise myself, to have always a con- 
science void of offence toward God, and toward men.” 

(Acts 24: 16.) 

H DROP of water on a polished blade may leave very little 
mark if wiped off instantly. But if it is allowed to remain 
for days and weeks, how different will be the effect pro- 
duced! Thus it is with sin. Whether it be in thought or 
action, the forbidden thing indulged in will gradually 
intrench itself in your moral being, and if not mortified by the 
power of the Spirit, it will become a part of yourself in spite of 
yourself! How all-important, then, to see that no irdquity is having 
the dominion, and that you are not acquiring any habit that shall 
yet involve you in eternal loss. 

“When you have done an evil thing 
No matter what its size. 

No matter what reward it brings; 

Something in you dies.” 

“A had habit is first a caller, then a guest, and at last a master.” 

— Talmud. 

“Trifles unnoticed by us may be links in the chain of sin.” 
There are no little sins. 

“Sir,” said Samuel Johnson, “the chains of habit are generally 
too small to be felt until they are too strong to be broken. Habits 
are at first cobwebs — at last cables.” 

An Indian, asked to define conscience, said, “It is a little three- 
cornered thing in here. When I do wrong it turns around and 
hurts very much. If I keep on doing wrong, it will turn xmtil it 
wears the edges all off, and then it will not hurt any more.” 



‘‘It is Calvary courage and Calvary calm, 

And the character sketched in the fifteenth Psalm, 
That I pray for to be such a soul, if I can. 

As heaven would hold for a gentleman" 

— Selected, 

July 26 

. . Did not OUT heart burn within us, while he talked with 
us by the way, and while he opened to us the scriptures?" 

(Luke 24: 32.) 

‘Tis such a narrow pathway. 

Yet there^s room enough forJ,wo, 

There’s room to walk with Jesus 
And for Him to walk with you. 

You would lose Him on the broad way, 

The crowd would press between. 

And only in the narrow path 
The heart on Him can lean. 

’Tis in the narrow pathway 
Your eyes can meet His own. 

No need for other counsellors, 

Help comes from Him alone; 

Oh, blessed, narrow pathway 
Where there’s but space for two. 

Just room to walk with Jesus 
And for Him to walk with you. 

— Beatrice Cleland. 

Ideal companionship is found in Chi’ist. 

Today I walked beside Him 
And my littleness of mind 
With all its petty meanness 
Was left behind. 

For something of His presence — 

Something lovely and divine-^ 

Something of His largeness 
Became as mine. 

With Him I felt a oneness 
Such as gave me certainty 
Of power through a kinship 
With the Infinity. 

— Edith Dunn Bolar. 

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July 27 

“But Daniel purposed in his heart . . (Daniel 1:8.) 

I A decided, out~and~out Christian! It is the only way 
I to be happy, safe, and useful, 

I First, be clear about your standing in Christ, by grace, 
a through faith. There can be no real decision while you 
doubt this. Accept heartUy the Word of God, and for 
Christ’s sake, the salvation promised to those who believe. Then 
risk aH for it! Whatever the consequences, malce a bold stand 
for Christ. 

This is the happiest course. Some believers try to live between 
Christ and the world. They are never happy, always conscious of 
inconsistency, always doubting and fearing. In seeking the good 
opinion of men, they lose the sense of God’s favour. Fear Him, 
and you need fear none besides. Be decided and men will soon 
know what to expect of you. 

This is also the safest course. Open decision for Christ is a 
great safeguard against backsliding. Some young believers 
shrink from it for feai* of not “living up to it.” This is wrong. 
Commit yourself openly to Christ’s cause and trust Him to keep 


Moreover, it is the most useful course. If you want to do real 
work for Christ, you must be decided. You must live out your 
profession to have influence with others. Your testimony will 
have weight as you act out fearlessly what you believe. Reiity is 
one of the great secrets of power. But the salt that has “lost 
his savour” is good for nothing. 

“One foot on sea and one on shore is not the attitude in which 
steadfastness or progress is possible,” — Alexander Maclaren. 

July 28 

“But unto thee have I cried, O Lord; and in the morning 
shall my prayer come before thee.” (Psalm 88:13, Trans.) 

I N THE diaiy of Dr. Chalmers we repeatedly come upon 
entries which express what may be called the morning 
grace of appropriation. ‘Began my first waking minutes 
with a confident hold of Christ as my Saviour.’ ‘A day of 
great quietness,’ ‘Began the day with a distinct act of 
confidence in my Saviour; but why not a perennial confidence in 
my Saviour?’ 

“The morning makes the day. To think of morning is to think 
of a bloom and fragrance which, if missed then, cannot be over- 
taken later in the day. The Lord Jesus stood upon the shore in 



the morning and showed Himself to a company of weary, dis- 
illusioned men who had toiled all night and taken nothing. He 
ever stands upon life’s most dreary and time-worn shores, and as 
we gaze upon Him the shadows flee away and it is morning. ‘When 
I awake I am still with Thee.’ Wmgs of the Morning. 

Morning by morning waken me, my Father, 

Let Thy voice he the first my soul to greet. 

Bidding my spirit rise from earthly slumber. 

And sit a learner at Thy sacred feet. 

There, in the stillness, open Thy good treasure, 

The precious things of Christ unfolding still. 

And, as Thy Spirit brings them to remembrance. 

Let gratitude and love my spirit fill. 

Teach me to do Thy will. Thy pattern show me; 

Reveal Thy purpose for my life each day. 

Then for Thy service with fresh oil anoint me, 

And with Thy presence hallow all my way. 

— Freda Hanbury Allen. 

The hour before the dawn is the hour of inspiration; throughout 
the day the stillness of the early morn will remain as a blessing. 

Come, O Lord, like morning sunlight! 

July 29 

^‘Ye have not chosen me, hut I have chosen you, and or-- 
dained you, that ye should go and bring forth frrdt . . .” 

(John 15: 16.) 


m 2 CAME forth to reconcile the world imto God. In this 
task He was faithful xmto death and wrought a great 
redemption. Now He has gone into the Heavens and 
committed unto us the ministry of reconciliation. He says, 
“Go ye into aU the world and preach the gospel to 
every creature.” Even now, two thousand years later, it appears 
as though the task has just begun! 

“Oh, let me bixm out for God!” cries Henry Martyn. He 
plunges, like a blazing torch, into the darkness of India, of Persia, 
and of Ttirkey. The brand plucked from the blaze has soon burned 
out. But what does it matter? At its ardent flame a thousand 
other torches have been ignited; and the lands that sat so long 
in darkness welcome the coining of a wondrous light. 

— F. W, Boreham. 



In simple trust like theirs who heard 
Beside the Syrian sea 
The gracious calling of the Lord, 

Let us, like them, without a word 
Rise up and follow Thee. 

— Whittier. 

Not of the sunlight. 

Not of the moonlight. 

Not of the starlight! 

O young Mariner, 

Down to the haven 
Call your companions. 

Launch your vessel. 

And crowd your canvas. 

And, ere it vanishes 
Over the margin. 

After it, follow it. 

Follow the Gleam, 

— Tennyson. 

July 30 

“Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked . . 

(Psalm 64: 2.) 

. . Lead me to the rock that is higher than 1. For thou 
hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the 
enemy.” (Psalm 61:2, 3.) 

. . Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.” (Psalm 64:1.) 

lion is said to be boldest in the storm. His roar, it is 
d, never soimds as loud as in the pauses of the thun- 
” and when the lightning flashes, brightest are the 
shes of his cruel eye. Even so, he who “goeth about 
a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour” often 
seizes the hour of human nature’s greatest distress to assault us 
with his fiercest temptations. He tempted Job when he was bowed 
down with grief. He tempted Jesus when he was faint with 
hunger. He tempted Peter when he was weary with watching 
and heart-broken with sorrow. 

When the devil’s forces are besieging a low soul, he appeals 
as a rule to the lowest in him. When he is dealing with a high 
soul he attacks the highest in him; he appears as an angel of 
light. Even if the ridge line of our soul is but a low one, that 
crest marks the hottest place of conflict; a few feet farther down 
spells defeat. 



In some of the American lakes it is foimd that boats are strangely- 
hindered in their progress. They are drawn downwards, because 
of the magnetic power of deep mud concealed below the surface 
of the waters. Now, a temptation in the life is like this magnetic 
mud. It lies in the depths and pulls at everything; it drags down 
everything; it makes progress difidcult. 

Save us, O Lord, from the enemy who seeks to take us captive 
while we are imaware of his devices. 

July 31 

"Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may he able to 
stand against the wiles of the devil .... And take the helmet 
of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of 
God:” (Eph. 6: 11, 17.) 

R^^^EORGE DOUGLAS tells a story of a young man who 
f packing his trunk for his first holiday away from 

I home. As a friend stood by, the yoimg man packed one 

article after the other — ^his suits, shoes, clothes, books, and 
his tennis racket and balls. There remained a space just 
about six inches by four inches; all the rest of the trunk was full. 
“What are you going to pack there?" asked the friend. 

“I have reserved this comer,” replied the young man, “to pack a 
guidebook, a lamp, a looking glass, a volume of poems, a micro- 
scope, a telescope, several fine biographies, a package of love 
letters, a book of songs, some histories, a hammer and a sword. 
I’m going to put in that little space the Bible my mother gave me.” 

We need to stand on guard against “holiday perils”; that is, 
the special dangers of boating, bathing, and climbing during the 
summer vacation. Then are we gay, hilarious, venturesome, off 
our guard! Many a worthy youth h^ had bitter reason to regret 
the lapses of gala days. 

“Gird thy heavenly armour on; 

Wear it ever, night and day: 

Ambushed lies the evil one; 

Watch and pray" 

“My son, he strong,” was the admonition of a man one time — a 
man who loved athletics and who said, “I keep my body imder.” 

Keep this house spiritual and in all ways “exceeding Magnifi- 

The soul is not a hovel, but a palace. 

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August 1 

"AtuJ without controversy great is the mystery of godliness: 
God was manifest in the flesh, justified in the Spirit, seen of 
angels, preached unto the Gentiles, believed on in the world, 
received up into glory"* (1 Tim. 3:16.) 

^S^®^ADHU SUNDAR SINGH was one who had an experience 
similar to that of St. Paul. When this great Hindu saint 
was visiting England a modernistic professor asked him to 
explain what there was in Christianity that he could not 
find in his Hindu religion that caused him to change his 
faith. He answered simply, “It was Christ!” The professor wasn’t 
satisfied. “What teaching or doctrine is there in Christianity dis- 
tinct frorn that of your former faith,” he asked again. The Hindu 
saint replied, “It wasn’t a teaching or a doctrine. It was the living 
Christ!” Still the professor objected, “Perhaps I haven’t made my 
meaning clear. What is there in the philosophy of Christianity dif- 
ferent from the philosophy of Hinduism which caused you to em- 
brace Christianity?” “It_ was Christ!” was still his answer. Not 
just a creed, or a doctrine, or a philosophy, but a transforming 
Christ — crucified, risen, ascended, interceding, and coming again! 
Christ, divinely revealed to our hearts by the Holy Ghost— Christ 
in tos the hope of glory! 

Fairest Lord Jesus! Ruler of all nature! 

O Thou of God and man the Son! Thee will I cherish, 

Thee will I honor, Thou, my soul’s glory, joy, and crown! 

Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands. 

Robed in the blooming garb of spring; Jesus is fairer, 

Jesus is purer. Who makes the woeful heart to sing! 

Fair is the sunshine. Fairer still the moonlight, 

And all the twinkling starry host; Jesus is fairer, 

Jesus shines purer. Than all the angels heaven can boast! 

— Hymn. 

“And Thomas answered and said unto him. My Lord and my 
God.” (John 20:28.) 

The boundless love of Jesus Christ, 

His Deity proclaim; 

Jesus is God! The “very God,” 

And hallowed be His Name. 

Jesus is God, and God’s Delight, 

The Father loves the Son; 

The Holy Spirit in His might 
Proclaims the Three in One. 


August 2 

Thou art worthy . . . -for thou wast slain, and hast re- 
deemed us ... And hast made us unto our God kings and 

priests: . . (Rev. 5: 9, 10.) 


E CAME from the bosom of the Father to the bosom of a 
woman. He put on humanity that we might put on divin- 
ity. He became Son of Man that we might become sons of 
God. He came from heaven, where the rivers never 
freeze, winds never blow, frosts never chill the air, flowers, 
never fade, and no one is ever sick. No imdertakers and no grave- 
yards, for no one ever dies; no one is ever buried. 

He was bom contrary to the laws of nature, lived in poverty, 
was reared in obscurity; only once crossed the boundary of the 
land, in childhood. . . . 

In infancy He startled a king; in boyhood He puzzled the doctors, 
in manhood ruled the course of nature. He w^ked upon the bil- 
lows and hushed the sea. He healed the multitudes without med- 
icine and made no charge for Eds services. ... He never wrote a 
song, yet He furnished the theme for more songs than all song writ- 
ers combined. He never founded a college, yet all the schools to- 
gether cannot boast of as many students as He has. He never prac- 
tised medicine, and yet He healed more broken hearts than the 
doctors healed broken bodies. 

He never marshalled an army, drafted a soldier, nor fired a gun. 
yet no leader ever made more volunteers who have, xmder His 
orders, made rebels stack arms or surrender without a shot being 

He is the Star of astronomy, the Rock of geology, the Lion 
and the Lamb of zoology, the Harmonizer of aU discords, and the 
Healer of all diseases. Great men have come and gone, yet He 
lives on. Herod could not lull Him, Satan could not seduce Him, 
death could not destroy Him, the grave could not hold Him. 

He laid aside His purple robe for a peasant’s gown. He was rich, 
yet for our sakes He became poor. How poor? Ask Mary! Ask the 
Wise men! He slept in another’s manger. He cruised the lake in 
another’s boat. He rode on another’s ass. He was buried in an- 
other man’s tomb. All faded, but He, never! The ever-perfect 
One— He is the Chief among ten thousand! He is ALTOGETHER 
LOVELY, and He is my Saviour! 

“All I think, all I write, all I am, is based on the Divinity of 
Jesus Christ, the central Hope of our poor wayward race!” (Words 
inscribed on the Gladstone Memorial.) 




August 3 

faith they . . (Heb. 11: 29.) 

gUARD the citadel of faith, sleep not, but watch and pray, 
1 Enemies at every gate are waiting night and day — ^to 
I storm the walls, or to approach by guOe and flattery-- 
I using wordy argument and high philosophy. 

“ Guard it well. It’s worth the strain, the effort, and the 
strife. It will be your tower of strength when come the storms of 
life, a fortress that will stand against the worst that Fate can do, a 
citadel of faith that none can conquer or subdue. 

— Patience Strong. 

FEAR knocked 

at the door; 

FAITH opened it 
And — there was 
no one there. 

— G. J. G. 

“If there should arise one utterly believing man, the history 
of the world might be changed.” — R. McAdam. 

August 4 

", . . Have ye received the Holy Ghost since ye believed? . . 

(Acts 19: 2.) 

IHE baptism of the Holy Spirit brings people into harmony 
I with God and godly people, and into active and effective 
I sympathy with the work of God in motive, purpose, and 
I result. It is worth having! But it must be desired and 
received on God’s terms, and in God's measure: by sep- 
aration from sin and unbelief, and consecration unto God, Sol- 
emnly make a contract with God, stamp the contract with the seal 
of your lips, and God will stamp it with His seal.” 

— Reader Harris, K. C. 

Nineteen hundred years ago the Holy Spirit did not reach the 
end of what He has to tell us! 

What is this experience — ^the baptism with the Holy Spirit? 
James Brainerd Taylor writes: 

“It was on the 23rd day of April, 1822, when I was on a visit to 
Haddam in Connecticut. Memorable day! The time and place will 
never be forgotten. For a long time my desire had been that the 
Lord would visit me and fill me with the Holy Spirit! My cry 
to Him was, ‘Seal my soul forever thineT I felt that I needed some- 



thing I did not possess. At this very juncture I was most delight- 
fully conscious of giving up all to God. I was enabled in my heart 
to say ‘Here, Lord, take me; take my whole soul, and seal me thine 
— thin p now and thine forever!’ All was calm and tranquil, and a 
heaven of love pervaded my whole soul. The name of Jesm was 
precious to me! He came as King and took full possession of my 

We may not have an experience precisely similiar to this. The 
Spirit has many methods of making His presence known, but there 
is bom in the consecrated soul a sweet consciousness that it be- 
longs to God. The Dove settles down on its nest. The words we 
speak become invested with new power! There is a fellowship 
inaugurated with the Lord and with holy soixls everywhere, 
which is our entrance into “the joy of the Lord.” — F. B. M. 

Chief, light a candle within my heart, that I may see what is 
therein and sweep the rubbish from Thy rightful dwelling place!” 

“Spirit of the living God, fall ... on me. 

Break me, melt me, mold me, fill me! 

Spirit of the living God, fall ...on me.” 

August 5 

. .Awake the dawn.” (Psalm 57:8, R. V.) 

K*1^^raREPARE for the day early, before the world around you 
M is awake or stirring. The hour before the dawn is the 

o hour of renewal; throughout the day the stillness of the 

^ early dawn will remain as a blessing. In the stillness, 

open your heart; let God reign in your soul. Make your 
devotion as simple and as fragrant as the wild rose blooming ^one 
iti the wood, just because it is a wild rose and God made it so!” 

— Some Outdoor Prayers, 

I am alone. The morning breaks 
And all is quiet here; 

1 need hut lift my eyes, put forth 
My hand, for God is near. 

Into this blissful, holy calm 
No voice or harsh sound breaks, 

I am content. Enough to he 
With Him, when mom awakes. 

— Kate Browning Pfantz. 

“How unspeakably great and wonderful is this early time with 
God before each day begins!” 



Lord, 1 love Thy morning 
When the sun breaks through: 

When the birds are glad with singing^ 

And the grass is wet with dew: 

When all the world is full of living, 

And all nature seems to pray, 

*‘Thou hast kept us through the darkness. 

Father, guide us through the day!” 

For it always will remind me 
It was morning in my soul. 

On the day I met my Saviour, 

When He touched and made me whole. 

— Barbara E. Cornet, 

With all the birds and flowers and morning stars, we thank 
Thee, Lord! 

August 6 

*‘Above all, taking the SHIELD OF FAITH, wherewith ye 
shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.” 

(Eph. 6:16.) 

H O POISONED arrow of doubt can pierce through that 
shield! “1 believe God!” means “I refuse to believe the 
devil! or my own faithless heart!” And because the mind 
is the most vulnerable point of attack, a close-fitting hel- 
met has been provided which, if worn day and night, will 
prove ample protection for the head. Salvation! That one 
word in all its various phases of meaning covers every possible 
emergency, and is the unanswerable argument against all the 
devil’s lies. Saved! delivered! redeemed! loosed! and all through 
the precious Blood of Christ — ^the ransom price which has been 
paid in full for the emancipation of Satan’s slaves! It is when this 
blessed truth is believed, that the Holy Spirit is able to use the 
sword of the Word of God and the preachtog of the Cross for the 
dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and the laying bare and criti- 
cizing of the thoughts and intents of the heart. He will give dis- 
cernment to recognize when the suggestions in the mind come 
from the enemy, and He will strengthen the Christian to say, No! 
As the cliild of God becomes aware of the wiles of the devil he 
sees the necessity for constant prayer and watchfulness — not for 
himself alone, but for the whole Church, for all saints — He 
recognizes more fully his responsibility in relation to the whole 
Body of Christ. 

— The Overcomer. 



August 7 

"For as the heavens are higher than the earthy so are my 
ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your 
thoughts.” (Isa. 55: 9.) 

Is there some problem in your life to solve. 

Some passage seeming full of mystery? 

God knows, Who brings the hidden things to light. 

He keeps the key. 

Is there some door closed by the Father’s hand 
Which widely opened you had hoped to see? 

Trust God and wait — for when He shuts the door, 

He keeps the key. 

Is there some earnest prayer unanswered yet, 

Or answered NOT as you had thought ’twould be? 
God will make clear His purpose by-and-by. 

He keeps the key. 

Have patience with your God, your patient God, 

All wise, all knowing, no long terrier He, 

And of the door of all thy future life 
He keeps the key. 

Unfailing comfort, sweet and blessed rest, 

To know of EVERY door He keeps the key. 

That He at last when just HE sees ’tis best. 

Will give it THEE. 


", . .What I do thou knowest not now; but thou shall know here-^ 
after.” (John 13:7.) 

August 8 

"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your 
good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven,” 

(Matt. 5:16.) 

of our brilliant yoxmg men,” writes a leader for a 
|»^yyouth magazine, “has taken a definite position against 
I everything imchristian in his large high school, and he 

^^^^does it always with a friendly smile and without self- 
righteousness. He became a candidate for the presidency 
of the student body. He made it clear that he could not subscribe 
to the school dance. With the Testament daily in his pocket, he 
was not ashamed to tell his fellow students that he loved Christ 

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and His Church. Many thought he was extremely foolish. Some 
laughed at him, but by a large majority he was elected president 
of over 2,000 high school yoimg people. After serving one term as 
a Junior, they wanted him to become a candidate for re-election. 
He was given a special certificate by the civic authorities for his 
great contribution to the program of combating youth delinquency 
in that commimity. He dared to be different; yet, he was respected 
Ijecause he had Christianity with real vertebrae. 

“Without question, his attitude helped other schoolmates who pos- 
sessed Christian convictions but who had not his courage to show 
their colors. He was strong enough to be a leader, and with God’s 
help was able to rally others. Thus, in the end he did not stand 
alone, after all. Having risked all for Christ, he foxmd that he had 
been rewarded with friendship, respect, and popularity that was 
based on merit, not merely on the changing whims of the crowd.” 

“Oh, for a life to please my God, 

In every little thing-— 

A holy life, that day by day 
To Him will glory bring! 

A life lived only ‘unto Him/ 

No double aim m view. 

The outcome of a Chrlstlike heart, 

By God made pure and new. 

A life that Jesus guides alone. 

O’er which He has control! 

A life which others seeing, say. 

That Jesus owns the whole.’’ 

August 9 

"^They shall be abundantly satisfied . . (Psalm S8: 8.) 

SK the eagle that splashes in the glory of the srm if it ever 
longs for its cage away down among the dim, distant 
wM.™ garth scenes. If it ever stops to look at the old cage of 
I former days it is to sing its doxolgy of deliverance and 
soar away to its home near the sun. 

The life of the Spirit-filled heart is the winged life. The unsur- 
rendered life is the life of the cage. The best that the cage can 
give is a momentary thrill that soon gives place to a pitiful beating 
against the bars. 

Our precious Saviour, by His death on the Cross, proclaims 
^‘liberty to the captives,” and you may be set free; free, not to take 
refuge on the branches of a nearby tree, but to “Rise to walk in 
heaven’s own light, above the world and sin, with heart made pints, 
and garments white, and Christ enthroned within!” 


“They shall be abundantly satisfied” The song in. yetir heart 
will daily be: 

“Thou, O Christ, art all I want; 

More than all in Thee 1 find” 

Forget the past, throw off your last fear, and leap boldly forward 
to complete emancipation! 

August 10 

“For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do 

of his good pleasure.” (Phil. 2: 13.) 

“Walk before God, obey His word, 

And yield to His demands; 

Beware of calling Jesus, Lord, 

And slighting His commands.” 

KNOW God’s leadings, we must have no ends of our 
vn to serve; we shall then be conscious that His eye is 
isting on us, and when we would turn to the right or 
I the left, there will be a voice behind us saying, “This is 
.ae way; walk ye in it.” For this, the heart, the eye and 
the ear need heavenly training, and this we shall never fail to ob- 
tain if only we are willing and obedient. 


We are not mere machines on which God plays as you would on 
the keys of a piano, but we are so perfectly united to Christ that 
His thought springs from within as the intuitive thought and feel- 
ing of our own mind, and so, it is not so much Christ and us, as 
Christ in us. We are not waiting for some extraordinary voice to 
indicate each step we are to take, but we just run on in simple 
self-confidence, as you let your pony run on with a loose rein 
when he is going all right. It is when he is not right, or when the 
road divides, that you tighten the rein and make him feel your 
touch. So God leads His people, blending His divine control so 
naturally and perfectly with the spontaneous action of their 
own nature that their individuality is not destroyed, and yet they 
live and move and have their being in His will and presence. 

Better not to act at all than to act in doubt. 

“For thou wilt light my candle. . .” (Psalm 18:28) MY candle! 

Don’t drift through life when there’s a Pilot waiting to guide 

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August 11 

"TRe cloke that I left at Troas with Cai-pus, when thou com- 
est, bring with thee, and the hooks, hut especially the parch- 
ments” (2 Tim, 4: 13.) 

H CHRISTIAN’S choice of reading is a life-and-death choice 
when we think of its effect on his devotional life. Many 
people begin the day by reading this and that until they 
have no appetite left for the Word of God, and if they 
read it at all that day they must force themselves to it. 
Why not read the Bible and then supplement it with choice devo- 
tional messages. Great books are the lifeblood of the world’s 
master spirits. 

“Good books are the juices squeezed from the cluster of the ages. 
They represent earth’s wisdom and delight and are the footpath 
across the hills along which the generations have trod. Youth 
should feel at home in the best thought of all time and every day 
be eagle-eyed to find the thing to fit their needs in &e quest of 

Erasmus wrote in his diary: “When I get some money I will get 
me some Greek books and then some clothes.” 

“Study your Bible diligently and throw all your novels in the 
fire,” said a university graduate to a group of youth. “The world 
is sick of reading such books. Spiritual growth is attained by 
learning to say ‘No’ to all the thousand influences of the world 
which ‘are not bad’ in themselves but which simply take the place 
meant for Jesus and therefore are deadlier than arsenic or strych- 
nine, Not bad in themselves! God forbid! They compete with 
Christ. This is their evil. I propose to know nothing but Jesus 
Christ and Him crucified.” 

August 12 

“Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, . . .”(1 Cor. 3: 16.) 

T, PAUL'S cathedral was in the process of construction 
I when an inspection was being made by Sir Christopher 
I Wren. He found a stonemason who was taking great pains 
I to make his work perfect. His labor was hard, but he 
measured, chiseled, measured, and chiseled again. Sir 
Christopher was attracted to him and asked him why he was so 
painstaldng and precise. His reply was, ‘T am building a cathe- 

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"We are building day by day 
A temple the world cannot see; 

Building, building, jor eternity.’* 

If you are to have a good tomorrow you must lay the right 
foundation today. A foundation of wood, hay, or stubble will 
never support a character-making building. 

An aged low-caste woman in India was once asked the price of a 
temple in the process of building. She turned to the missionaiy in 
surprise and said: “Why, we do not know! It is for our god; we 
don’t count the cost.” 

We are building every day 
In a good, or evil way, 

And the structure as it grows, 

Will our inmost self disclose. 

Build it well, whate’er you do. 

Build it straight, and strong and true; 

Build it clean, and high and broad, 

Build it for the eye of God, 

— 1. E. Dickenza. 

Ha who builds with God, builds not alone. 

August 13 

’’Through thy precepts I get understanding; therefore 1 hate 
every false way.” (Psalm 119:104.) 

§N THE heart of every youth, down below all other wants 
I and aspirations there is a profound longing to know the 

I way of the spiritual life. The world is crying, “What shall 

I I do to be saved?” Of all books the Bible is the only one 
that answers that universal cry. 

There are other books which set forth morality with more or 
less correctness; but there are none that suggest a blotting out of 
the record of the misspent past or an escape from the penalty of 
the broken law. 

There are other books which have poetry; but there are non© 
which sing the songs of salvation or give a troubled sotil the 
peace that fioweth like a river. 

There are other books which have eloquence; but there are none 
which enable iis to behold God Himself with outstretched hands 
pleading with men to turn and live. 

There are other books which have science; but there are none 
that can give the soul a definite assurance of life, so that it can say, 
“I know Whom I have believed.” 

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“I believe the Bible because ‘it finds me.’ ” Those are the words 
of Coleridge; and I make them mine. It found me perplexed with 
a youth’s fear of the unknown; it calmed my fears and gave me 
the hope that “maketh not ashamed.” It has found me once and 
again in the Vale of Baca and wiped away my tears. It has found 
me and helped me in seasons of weakness and discouragement. 
It has found and never failed me! 

And when I come to the border line between time and eternity 
it shall find me there and give me a rod and staff to lean upon. 

Yes, the Bible is a book to live and die by. 

“Breah Thou the bread of life. Dear Lord, to me. 

As Thou didst break the loaves Beside the sea; 

Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord; 

My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word. 

Bless Thou the Truth dear Lord, To me — to we— 

As Thou didst bless the bread By Galilee; 

Then shall all bondage cease, All fetters fall; 

And I shall find my peace, My All in all.” 

August 14 

“For ever, O Lord, thy word is settled in heaven.” 

(Psalm 119: 89.) 

lEW of the followers of Darwin’s theory of evolution real- 
I ized how he later felt about the results of his own specu- 
I ulations. Lady Hope tells of calling upon Darwin and 
I finding him reading the book of Hebrews, which he de- 
" scribed as “a royal book.” Lady Hope spoke of creation 
and of the treatment the Grenesis account of it had received at the 
hands of some. Darwin fairly wnmg his hands as a look of agony 
came over his face. “I was a young man,” he said, “with unformed 
ideas. I threw out queries, suggestions, wondering all the time 
about everything. The ideas took like wildfire. People made a 
religion of them. Oh, if I could only undo it!” A few weeks 
later he went to his reward. 

"0/ all sad words of tongue or pen. 

The saddest are these, ‘It might have been/”" 


The hooka men write are but a fragance blown 
From transient blossoms crushed by human 

But, high above them all, splendid and alone, 
SUtunch a$ a tree, there is a Book that stands 



Unmoved by storms, unchallenged by decay; 

The winds of criticism would profane 
Its sacred pages, hut the Truth, the Way, 

The Life are in it — and they heat in vain, 

O traveler from this to yonder world. 

Pause in the shade of God’s magnificent, 

Eternal Word — that tree whose roots are curled 
About our human need. When strength is spent, 
Stretch out beneath some great, far-reaching limb 
Of promise, and find rest and peace in Him. 

— Helen Frazee-Bower, 

August 15 

"Ye are the light of the world. . . ” (Matt. 5: 14.) 

is caring about our testimony on earth for Him; and 
L am only little enough in my own eyes, He will say, 
can bring out a ray in you, and place you exactly 
ere it can shine.” You may have very little light, but 
mink of the glimmer of the glowworm as it shines out so 
very brightly on a dark night! 

To be able to say, “I am the Saviour’s prize; I have fallen to His 
lot,” makes everything bright, “for the Lord is my light and my 

A little star shone singly in the night. 

And thought “How very feeble is my light! 
There’s not a traveler who will see his way. 
Who will he guided by my tiny ray. 

But I toill not go out — the more will I 
Attempt to shine in this vast, darkened sky.’* 

Down in the world there was a weary soul 
Striving alone to see the clouded goal. 

Full of despair, she wrestled all the night. 

But saw no shining of a guiding light. 

She said, “There is no moon, I am so sad,” ■ 
And lost the very little hope she had. 

But through her narrow window did she see 
A point of brightness gleaming fervently. 

It was the single star. She cried aloud. 

And hoped anew for passing of the cloud. 

When morning came, with all its golden, light. 
She said, “I found the Saviour in the night. 



*^1 found Him through a star — it must have been 
The Star of Bethlehem that I have seen. 

For to the Lord it led — and so I came 
And saw the hills of Heaven all aflame, 

All shining with the glory of that star, 

Whose small hut steady light had called afarf* 

O little star! he not afraid thy light 
Will he too feeble to be seen at night. 

However small, if steady, it will be 
Lighting the roadway to Eternity. 

They know in Heaven, where the angels are, 

A soul was lighted by a little star. 

— Vivien Jameson. 

August 16 

**.,.The house that is to he builded for the Lord must he 
exceeding magnificat,. . (1 Chron. 22:5.) 

‘‘Know ye not that your body is the temyle of the Holy 
Ghost? ...” (1 Cor. 6: 19.) 

S LAVERY to habits that destroy body and mind has been 
the Waterloo of many a promising athlete. What a 
pathetic sight is that of a young person, capable of 
doing really big things, but handicapped by intemperate 
living and lacking in self-control! It is only a ques- 
tion of time until he becomes a castaway upon the scrapheap 
of human wreckage. No fight is so severe as the fight with self. 
No victory is so great as the conquering of self. 

To be able to say “Yes” or “No” at the right time is an in- 
dication of a God-controlled life. Such a life is obtainable 
through tire Lord Jesus Christ. “I can do all things through 
Christ which strengtheneth me.” 

There is a deep experience for every soul, where sin is seen 
in all its horrid ugliness, where the Blood of Calvary’s Lamb 
is appropriated with all its cleansing and transforming power, 
and where the living Christ is admitted to the holiest of all 
in the being, and is allowed to take full charge, where the 
“old man” with all his evil propensities is relegated to the place 
where he belongs — the cross of crucifixion — and “a new creation” 
in which all the old things are passed away and all things be- 
come new, is manifested. 

Make it yours today! 



August 17 

‘‘Be sober, he vigilant; because your adversary the devils 
m a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may 
devour" (1 Peter 5:8.) 

years ago I was in a boat with a chum of min©, 
rowing along the shore in a bay on the western coast. 

were rowing along slowly and lazily, noticing how 
muddy the water was, the shore a himdred feet away, 
®®*““*®^when suddenly the boat began to slow up and stop. 
“What are you qmtting for?” I asked. 

“Why,” he said, “I am not quitting, but the old boat is caught 
on something. We must have rtm into the mud,” 

I said, “Why there’s plenty of water here. Put your oar down.” 
He took his oar out of the oarlock, and reached down, Th© 
water was five or six feet deep. Then slowly over the edge of the 
boat there came the slimy arm of a devilfish. He jumped back 
from it, and I jumped back, snatched the oar, and began to hack 
at the arm that had fastened to the boat. Then on the other side 
another arm began to come up. We realized our danger and took 
the two oars, and began to pole for the shore until we got near 
enough so that we could jump clear off the boat and get out of 
the danger. 

In days since then I have looked back at that moment, and it 
has seemed to me a picture of a youth passing through liJfe's ex- 
periences without any serious sense of danger, when all of a 
sudden out of the muddy depths of a perilous place some 
vicious arm reaches up, and before he knows it, the toend toward 
the right begins to slow up, and he is in the arms of danger. 
Yoimg people! do not let anybody ever laugh you into the idea 
of thinidng there is no perfi in the sins ^ around us! These 
sins can seize you, and they can seize me; people as good as we 
are going down every day. No! I need the Saviour’s help and I 
need it greatly! You need Him, and you need Him now. 

—A. W. Beaven, 

"I need Thee, loving Shepherd, 

J need Thy constant care. 

To guide me on life’s journey, 
And all the way prepare. 

I need Thine arms around me. 

To hold me lest I fall: 

O more and more I need The&~~~ 
My only Hope, my Alt’* 



August 18 

.. When I have a convenient season, ...” (Acts 24:25.) 

lONVENIENT” is a word that has no place in serious life. 
I When seriously ill we do not defer sending for the doctor 
I until it is convenient. How much rather, then, shall we 
I promptly deal with the crisis of the soul! “Choose ye 
this day whom ye will serve." Listen to the wise words 
of Dr. Temple: “If you want to live a Christian life, do not dally 
with your purpose; do not fancy that you will find it easier to 
win your way by degrees, and that by a gradual change you can 
attain the same end, with less pain than you fear will be given by 
a sudden wrench. Nothing can be a greater mistake! 

Press into the enemy’s citadel at once! Do not wait outside until 
he has had time to shoot you down. In with your heart and soul! 
Priceless opportunities pass! 

— Dr. Watkinson. 

“Child, follow me," the Master said. 

As he knocked full loud at my chamber door; 

But the mom was fair, and my heart was gay, 

“I’ll dally a while on the primrose way. 

And ril come" said I, “when the morning’s o’er.” 

“Child, follow me," the Master said, 

As he lingered patiently at the gate; 

Gray shadows were falling, the night was near; 

“Life’s joys are so sweet, and my friends so dear, 

"I will come,” said I, “when the night is late.” 

“Child, follow me," the Master cried. 

As he walked away through the darkness deep; 

And the night had fallen, and the birds were still; 

“Linger," said I, “at the foot of the hill, 

And I’ll come when the world is hushed in sleep." 

“Master, I come,” 1 cried at length, 

“Heart weary to serve at thine own dear side, 

Thou hast called me long, but I come at last." 

(But his eyes were dim and his strength was past. 
And not long could he follow the Crucified). 

— Author Unknown. 

He marches past our door — ^the Shepherd with the Cross! 

“Into my heart. Into my heart. 

Come into my heart, Lord Jesus; 

Come in today, come in to stay; 

Come into my heart. Lord Jesus.” 



August 19 

“...Honj much owest thou unto my Lord?" (LtJke 16:5.) 

H ySTY talents are being hid “in the earth” today. And it 
is not just the one-talent men and women who are doing 
it! Afraid of being considered peculiar and unwilling to 
be reproached for Christ’s sake, coxmtless numbers are 
letting the “earth” have their ability. Living for the 
things of this world, which must end with time, is as surely 
hiding talents in the earth as literally burying them far beneath 
the surface of the ground would be. 

Every note in the organ is needed for the full expression of 
noble harmony. Every instrument in the orchestra is required 
unless the music is to be lapae and broken. Sir Michael Costa 
was once conducting an orch^tra in London. One of the instru- 
mentalists, playing a piccolo, was suddenly impressed with his own 
unimportance as a minor contributor to the mighty volume of 
haimonious sound. So he stayed his fingers and the piccolo was 
silent. Immediately Sir Michael raised his hand and cried, “Stop! 
Where’s the piccolo?” Every other instrument in the orchestra 
was incomplete without the co-operation of the piccolo! 

God has endowed no two souls alike, and every soul is needed 
to malce the music of “the realm of the blest,” 

Bring to God your gift, my brother, 

He’ll not need to call another, 

You will do; 

He will add His blessing to it, 

And the two of you will do it, 

God and you. 

— R. E. Neighbour. 

What is that in thine hand? Is it a musical instrument, or the 
gift of song? Is it a ledger, or a school book? A typewriter or 
a telegraph instrument? Is it an anvil or a printer’s rale? What- 
ever it is, give it to God, in loving service! 

“But the manifestation of the Spirit is given to every man to 
profit withal. For to one is given by the Spirit the word of wis- 
dom; to another the word of knowledge by the same Spirit; to 
another faith by the same Spirit ... to another the working of 
miracles; to another prophesy; . . . but all these worketh that one 
and the selfsame Spirit, dividing to every man severally as he 
will.” (1 Cor. 12: 7-U.) 



August 20 

. . Ethiopia shall soon stretch out her hands unto God’* 

(Psalm 68:31.) 


R A recent Bible-Testimony-Fellowship meeting in Lon- 
[on, Haile Selassie, ruler of Ethiopia, was invited to 
:ive a personal testimony. He said in part: “From early 
hildhood I was taught to appreciate the Bible, and my 
xove for it increases with the passage of time. All 
through my troubles I have found it a source of infinite comfort. 
*Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will 
give you rest * — ^who can resist an invitation so full of compassion! 
Because of this personal experience in the goodness of the Bible, 
I resolved that all my countrymen should find the truth for them- 
selves. Therefore, in spite of great opposition, I caused a new 
translation to be made from our ancient language into the lan- 
guage which the old and the young understood and spoke. . . . 
Today man sees all his hopes and aspirations crumbling before 
him. He is perplexed, and knows not whither he is drifting. 
But he must realize that the Bible is his refuge and the rallying 
point of humanity. In it man will find the solution of his present 
difficulties and guidance for his future action, and imless he ac- 
cepts with clear conception the Bible and its great message, he 
cannot hope for salvation. For my part, I glory in the Bible.” 

Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious; 

See the Man of sorrows now; 

From the fight returned victorious. 

Every knee to Him shall bow: 

Crown Him, crown Him, crown Him, crown Him! 

Crowns become the Victor’s brow. 

Hark, those bursts of acclamation! 

Hark, those loud triumphant chords; 

Jesus takes the highest station: 

O what joy the sight affords! 

Crown Him, crown Him, crown Him, crown Him! 

King of Kings, and Lord of loi-ds. 

— Hymnal. 

^‘Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a 
name which is above every name: that at the name of Jesus every 
knee should how, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and 
things under the earth; and that every tongue should confess 
that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.** 

(Phil. 2:9-11.) 



August 21 

“For ye are laborers together with God: 

(1 Cor. 3: 9.) 

mN A little shop on a back street a man makes a mariner’s 
1 compass. It is taken on board a great ship, and by means 
I of its trembling needle the vessel is guided over the sea 
I unerringly to its destination. A man made the compass. 
Yes, a man and God. A man did the mechanical work, 
put the wonderful instrument together; but it was God who put 
into the magnet its mysterious power. God and man are co- 
workers; and without God man can do nothing; nevertheless God's 
perfect work needs man’s best. 

It is a supreme privilege that we can be associated with God 
in the carrying on of His work. We count it an honor to be asso- 
ciated with distinguished human beings. An essayist writes: *T 
should have felt it to be a great honor to carry Shakespeare’s bag, 
or to polish Milton’s shoes, or to have picked up Raphael’s brush.” 
What an infinitely greater privilege it is to become, as Paxil says, 
“labourers together with God.” 

So near is grandeur to our dust, 

So near to God is man — 

When duty whispers low “Thou musf 
The youth replies, “1 can!” 

— Ralph Waldo Emei'son, 

“I can . . . through Christ” 

August 22 

. . Filled with all the fulness of God.” (Eph. 3:19.) 

H T a recent youth conference a young man related an 
epoch-making crisis in his life which lifted him into a 
new realm of Christian experience. The greatest of the 
promises became daily facts, proving to him that they 
were literally true. 

“For a long time,” he said, “I made no progress, until one 
day I went alone into a quiet place and falling upon my knees 
I cried, ‘0 Christ of Galilee! O Christ of Gethsemane! O Christ 
of Calvary! — I give all of myself to Thee; give Thou all of 
Thyself to me!’ This prayer was answered with an overflowing 

He prayed a definite prayer and received a definite answer! 

“Breathe on me. Breath of God, 

Until my heart is pure. 



Breathe on me. Breath of God, 
Till I am wholly Thine, 

Till all the earthly part of me 
Glows with Thy fire divine/^ 

August 23 

^^Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of 

Jems Christ” (2 Tim. 2:3.) 

UXURIOUSNESS is rarely the cradle of giants. It is not 
unsuggestive that the soft and beautiful tropics are not 
the home of the strong, indomitable, and progressive 
peoples. The pioneering and progressive races have 
dwelt in sterner and hardier climes. The lap of luxury 
does not afford the elementary iron for the upbringing of strong 
and enduring life. Hardness hardens; antagonism solidifies; 
trials innure and confirm. How commonly it has happened that 
men who, in soft circumstances, have been weak and irresolute, 
were hardened into fruitful decision by the ministry of antagonism 
and pain. 

Thou, Great God, who girdest the soul as Thou dost gird the 
world by zones of stars and glories of star-sown night, gird us 
with God so that we shall feel, as we go into the battle with 
tightened girdle at our loins, that God is our strength and makes 
war through us. Amen. 

— Bishop Quayle. 

"Giue me hard tasks, with strength that shall not fail; 
Conflict, with courage that shall never die! 

Better the hill-path, climbing toward the sky, 

Than languid air and smooth sward of the vale! 

Better to dare the wild wrath of the gale 
Than with furled sails in port forever lie! 

Give me hard tasks, with strength that shall not fail; 
Conflict with courage that shall never die! 

Not for a light load fitting shoulders frail, 

Not for an unearned victory I sigh; 

Strong is the struggle that wins triumph high, 

Not without loss the hero shall prevail; 

Give me hard tasks, with strength that shall not fail!” 

Nothing earthly will make me give up my work in despair. I 
encourage myself in the Lord my God and go forward. 

— David Livingstone, 



August 24 

"I am not eloquent . . (Exod. 4: 10.) 

OTHING is more dishonoring to God, or more dangerous 
for us, than a mock humility. When we refuse to occupy 
a position which the grace of God assigns us, because of 
our not possessing certain virtues and qualifications, 
this is not humility, for if we could but satisfy our own 
consciences in reference to such virtues and qualifications, we 
should then deem ourselves entitled to assume the position. If, 
for instance, Moses had possessed such a measure of eloquence 
as he deemed needful, we may suppose he would have been 
ready to go. Now, the question is, how much eloquence would 
he have needed to furnish h im for his mission? The answer is, 
without God no amount of human eloquence would have availed; 
but with God the merest stammerer would have proved an effi- 
cient minister. This is a great practical truth. 

Unbelief is not humility, hut thorough pride. It refuses^ to 
believe God because it does not find in self a reason for believing. 
This is the very height of presumption. — C. H. M. 

“Move to the fore. 

Say not another is fitter than thou 

Shame to thy shrinking! Up! Face thy task note. 

Own thyself equal to all a soul may, 

Cease thy evading — God needs thee today. 

Move to the fore! 

“God Himself waits, and must wait till thou come; 

Men are God’s prophets though ages lie dumb. 

Halts the Christ Kingdom with conquest so near? 
Thou art the cause, thou soul in the rear. 

Move to the fore!” 

Find your purpose and fling your life out into it; and the 
loftier your pu^ose is, the more sure you will be to make the 
world richer with every enrichment of yourself. 

— Phillips BrooJes. 

“Our sufSciency is of God.” In Him are the mighty overcoming 
energies which accomplish the possible and the impossible with 
equal readiness. “There is One with us,” says Dr. Speer, “to 
Whom the impossible is His chief delight.” 



August 25 

"^Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith ; . . 

(Heb. 12: 2.) 

Faith is looking away from your own faith — unto Jesus. 

people try to have faith in their own faith, instead 
ith in Jesxis Christ. They keep looking for a sub- 
7e condition. They ought to be looking to an ob- 
/e Christ. True faith pays no attention whatever to 
ifcaeii. It centers all its gaze upon Christ, For faith is not 
Otar Saviour. Faith is simply an attitude of the soul, thi-ough 
which Jesus saves. When Satan cannot beguile us in any other 
way he gets us to scrutinizing our faith, instead of looking unto 
Christ. That rnan has the strongest heart who is the least con- 
scious of its existence. And that faith is the strongest which pays 
no attention to itself. You may weaken the heart by centering 
your anxious attention upon it. So, nothing will quicker weaken 
faith than the constant endeavor to discover it. It is like the 
child’s digging up of the seed to see if it is growing. It is a cur- 
iosity which brings disaster to the seed. It is not a man’s faith, 
but his faith in Christ which saves him. To be looking unto 
Christ is faith. To be looking unto anything else, even imto faith, 
is trouble to the soul. 

Therefore do not woi*ry about your faith. Do not always be 
scanning it. Look away from it altogether — ^unto Jesus. For faith 
alone is naught. It is only faith in Jesus that counts. Take care 
that you are depending upon Jesus to save, and faith will take 
care of itself. 

August 26 

‘‘Moreover it is required in stewards, that a man be found 
faithful" (1 Cor. 4:2.) 

SUPPOSE that there has been no man in the world more 
distinguished for soxmd wisdom in the field of medicine 
than Sir William Osier. At the time of his death he 
It^ was Eegius Professor of Medicine in Oxford University. 
He had received honorary degrees from almost every 
Hgh-class university and college in the world. He was an author- 
ity on good literature. He was a prince of good fellows, a great 
lover of children, and those who foew him best said his clearest 
title was “the friend of young men.” He had been a greatly hon- 
ored citizen in Philadelphia and in Montreal, as well as in Balti- 
more, where he had a large part in the making of Johns Hopkins 
Medical School; and he had done graduate work in his early 



life in Berlin, Vienna, and Edinburgh. Where did he start? Under 
what auspices did he make his beginning? In a little frontier set- 
tlement on the edge of the forest in eastern Canada, twelve miles 
from the nearest doctor. His father was a missionary, a university 
man from England, who with his bride came out to that wild 
primitive country. His circuit riding took him away from home 
four days out of every week. If he ever had a bridge over which to 
cross those abundant Canadian rivers it was made of floating logs 
fastened together in primitive fashion, which sometimes sank 
when he stepped upon it. 

— Selected, 

“It is not your entrance but your exit that really cotmta.'* 

August 27 

“And for their sakes I sanctify myself, ...” (John 17:19.) 

1 THE walls of memory I have hung an exceptionally 
stirring picture. Here stands a boy in a little room of his 
young personal interests and affairs — a room full of alge- 
bra and grammar and music and baseball and budding 
friendships and slowly-settling purposes, pursuits and 
plans. He is thinking of a great man-making experience in an- 
other life most precious, most significant to us all — his future. 

There is a man, Washington, the richest of all the land, sure of 
ease, secure in position, furnished with comfort, fond of quiet, with 
a beautiful home in a setting of rare loveliness, enough but 
not too many affairs to occupy and exercise his t^ents. In the 
full vigor of his early prime, he kneels at the feet of his mother 
to receive her blessing ere he sets out on his Journey to assume 
command of the armies of his country in the struggle for inde- 

What is really happening as he kneels at his mother’s knee? 
It is something like this: 

“Here on tms day and in this act of dedication and purpose, I 
lift myself out of my little, personal, quiet, easy role of a gentle- 
man-farmer on Mt, Vernon estates, up out of the affairs of 
ploughs and horses and crops and profits, into the service of my 
coxmtry, cost what it may!” 

He needs the voice of God, the strength of Gk)d, the touch of 
God, the impulse of God, and he seeks it in prayer. 

He is leaving all behind, setting his feet in a path where trouble, 
privation, anxiety, burden, misunderstanding, danger and sacri- 
fice rmlcnown surely await him. 

All that is great in any life you may recall— -any life worthy to 
he enshrined in the memory of men— will find its keynote in this 



“For their sakes I sanctify myseli.” (Jestis.) 

Remember Valley Forge, you young American princesi 
“Undertake something which asks that you devote youxselfs 
dedicate yourself, and only God’s record books shall be roomy 
enough to sum it up.” 

August 28 

^And Samuel said. Hath the Lord as great delight in humi 
offerings and sacrifices, as in obeying the voice of the Lord? 
Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice , . . (1 Samuel 15: 22.) 

r TWO angels were to receive at the same moment a com- 

i mission from God, one to go down and rule earth’s 
grandest empire, the other to go and sweep the streets 
of its meanest village, it would be a matter of entire 
indifference to each which service fell to his lot, the 
post of ruler or the post of scavenger; for the joy of the angels 
lies only in obedience to God’s will, and with equal joy they 
would lift a Lazarus in his rags to Abraham’s bosom, or be a 
chariot of fire to carry an Hijah home. 

— John Newton. 

“The heavenly places and the kitchen are at the same elevation. 
We can discharge the humblest duty while stiU breathing the air 
of the moxmtaintops.” 


I have heard my Master calling, and His voice is music sweet; 
And He bids me march right forward, not dream of a retreat. 

He says His land of Beulah lies before me out of sight. 

Where reigns the deathless daylight never shadowed by the night. 
He bids me do my duty, though humble it may he. 

And do what thing lies nearest in glad humility; 

For Christ is one tfiat serveth, and thinks no service mean. 

That helps the world’s endeavor to help its heart be clean. 

So I walk highways and byways; and my hands are rough toith 

As I try to make a garden out of hard, infertile soil; 

But I see God’s flowers a-growing where there grew no flowers 

And my life is full of gladness, and I work God’s work the more. 
Bless God! My life is holy like a temple with its calm; 

And I envy not an angel with his harp-string aind his palm; 

For 2 am God’s own helper; and He calls me by my name, 

And says my work is holy as a sacrificial flame. 

— ^From The Blessed Life, by Bishop Qmyle, 



August 29 

“But God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross erf 
our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto 
me, and 1 unto the world.’* (Gal. 6: 14.) 

gEETHOVEN was in the habit of playing his symphonies 
^on an old harpsichord, as a test. They would &us be 
I made to stand out in their true character, witli nothing 
a to hide their faults, or exaggerate their beauties. 

Thus wisely may we test our character, endeavoring 
to ascertain how it manifests itself— not on great and rare occa- 
sions, or before the public eye, where there is a chance for diS"* 
play and applaiise — ^but in private, in the little, homely every- 
day duties, which attract no particular attention and reward us 
with no praise. 

If in the retired nook of your own breast, in the regulation of 
your thoughts and feelings; if in the bosom of your family, in the 
monotonous round of home life each day, you preserve a sweet, 
serene temper, and go forward cheerfully, taking a real pleasure 
in duty as duty, and in all these little matters honestly strive 
to serve and please the heavenly Master; if , in a word, your piety 
sounds well on such an impretending harp, it is good, genuine, 
tested; it will one day win acclamation from a vaster and nobler 
throng than ever was thrilled by the genius of Beethoven. 

— Selected. 

Every character has an inward spring; let Christ be in it. Every 
action has a keynote; let Christ set it! 

— Drummond, in The Changed Life. 

August 30 

“...Be filled with the Spirit.” (Eph. 5:18.) 

MUST empty by filling,” said a divinely enlightened 
^ Ellice Hopkins; and a wise man has said, “Noth- 

MM'^ing is ever displaced until it is replaced.” In these two 
yUHyi utterances lies the secret (if it be a secret) of all reform. 

Here we learn that nature abhors a vacuum. We caimot 
pump the darkness out of a room; we must empty it by filling it 
with light. One tallow dip will do more to exclude darkness 
than a thousand steam pumps. The only way to shut out disease 
is to fill the veins with health. In morals we must banish the 
degrading by the elevating; not by prohibition, but by sub- 

The popular superstition which credits every deserted house 


with being haunted and peoples it with bad spirits has a germ of 
truth. If the demon be excluded and the soul be swept and gar- 
nished, yet, if it be empty, the demon will return with seven 
other spirits more wicked than himself. The Holy Spirit, by 
entering the soul, empties it of evil spirits, and by dwelling 
in tire soul, filling it to the utmost, He maintains the exclusion 
of the bad.— H. L. Wayland, DJD. 

“Come, O Lord, like ocean fiood-tides 
Flowing inland from the sea; 

As the waters fill the shallows, 

May our souls be filled with Thee!” 

As comes the breath of spring so the Holy Spirit comes to our 
souls. He comes like dawning day; He comes like songs of mom; 
and His presence is like summer to the soul. His joy shines 
forth, and then life blossoms to its goal. 

“Thou hast bought me to possess me; 

In Thy fullness Lord, come in!” 

“Have ye received the Holy Ghost since ye believed?” 

August 31 

“And as thy servant was busy here and there, he was gone. 

. (1 Kings 20:40.) 

He came to you, for in His gentle voice 
He’d much that He would say. 

Your ears were turned to earth’s discordant sounds. 

And so — He went away. 

He came; and in His hand He had a task 
That He would have you do, 

But you were occupied with other things. 

And so you missed that too. 

He would have touched you; and His touch could thriU, 
And give you quickening power; 

But earthly things enveloped, and you could 
Not feel Him in that hour. 

— Selected. 

The most powerful thing in your life is your opportunity. It 
k also the most irretrievable. We must have clearness of vision 
if we are to see it and lay hands upon it as it hurries past us on 
very quiet feet. It disappears as utterly as the day has gone. 

God, give us vision, courage, aiwl a quiet mina! 



Duties are pressing upon me, 

And the time for work is brief, 

What if, with purblind vision, 

I neglect the very chief? 

What if I do with ardor 
What a thousand could, maybe. 

And leave undone forever 
What was meant for only me? 

— Charlotte Fiske Bates, 

September 1 

. He that cometh to God MUST BELIEVE THAT HE 
IS, and that he is a REWARDER of them that diligently 
seek him.” (Heb. 11:6.) 

1 is a story lodged in a little bedroom o£ one of 

( these dormitories which I pray God His recording angel 
may note, allowing it never to be lost,” said Dr. Horace 
Bushnell at a chapel service in Yale Uni'^ersity, the 
school which he had left as an earnest but somewhat 
doubting young man, but to which he returned some years later 
as a mighty winner of souls. As a student, God to him was not a 
reality. One day in his room in the dormitory this thought pos- 
sessed him: “If there is a God, as I rather hope there is, and very 
dimly believe to be, He must be a right God. Will He not help 
me, or, perchance, even be discovered by me?” He dropped on 
his knees and began to pray: “Take the dimness of my soul away! 
Reveal Thyself to me!” 

Now the decisive moment had come! He prayed to the dim 
God, dimly felt, confessing the dimness for honesty’s sake, and 
asking for help that he might begin a right life. 

It would seem a very dark prayer but was, nevertheless, the truest 
and best he could make; however, his prayer and his vow were so 
profoundly meant that his soul was borne up xmto God’s help, as 
it were, by some unseen chariot, and permitted to see the opening 
of heaven even before he opened his eyes: He rose, and it was as S 
he had received wings! The whole sky was luminous about him. 
It was the morning, as it were, of a new eternity. After this, all 
troublesome doubt of God’s reality was gone — for he had found 
Him! A Being so profoundly felt must inevitably be! 

*lf I ask Him to receive me, 

Will He say me, Nay! 

Not till earth and not till heavtm 
Pass away!” 



September 2 

"After this manner therefore pray ye: , . (Mati 6:9.) 

K^^MIRST, there must be an xmderstanding — a working agree™ 
H ment, a fixed invariable Law of Prayer Action, Secondly, 

ffl there must be a time and place spent in communication 

accord with the working agreement. Thirdly, sooner 
or later the known results will come. 

But what is the Law of Prayer Action? 

1. The prayer must be in Jesus’ name. 

2. The prayer miost be by a man in full touch with Jestis in 
heart, habit, and life. 

3. The prayer must be in harmony with the teaching of the 

4. The prayer must be actual, simple, definite and confident— 

“in faith believing,” —Dr. S. D. Gordon. 

If radio’s slim fingers 
Can reach out in the air 
And pluck the sweet 
Melodies found lingering there 

And send them at once to both you and me 
Direct to our homes or wherever we be; 

If the old refrain on the violin 

Can reach us so clearly above earth’s din. 

If the voice that is singing sweet and low 
Is not tom asunder by storm clouds of woe; 

If whispering hope from the strings of the harp 
Can travel for miles, speak to our heart; 

If the straim of the organ we can hear through the night. 

And pleads in the darkness, “Lead kindly light”; 

If all of these things we can hear in the air. 

Then why should we doubt that God hears our prayers? 

Faith should not show stirprise at the perfect answer to prayer. 

— Cobb. 

‘Tn the life of Lord Lawrence we are told that when someone 
deprecated prayer for rain as useless to change the order of 
nature, the great Indian statesman and Christian said: ‘We are 
told to pray and that oxir prayers will be answered; that is suf- 
ficient for me!”' 



September 3 

‘*But Daniel purposed in his heart that he would not defile 
himself . . (Dan. 1:8.) 

H NOBLE heart-purpose is the strongest watchman over 
external conduct. It is the purposeless life that has no 
defenses. An ocean liner, with engine power, and helm, 
and compass, and destination, can cut her way through 
the most tumultuous seas. A liner, destitute of helm, 
and compass, and errand, is at the mercy of every fierce and un- 
friendly sea. Daniel had the mighty safeguard of “a purpose 
true,” and every time an unfrien^y circumstance beset him he 
held firmly to his course. 

We turn from Daniel to the apostle Paul. He, too, had a pur- 
pose which dominated everything: “For me to live is Christ.” That 
sovereign ambition was always on the throne. In every moment 
Christ must be honored! In every issue Christ must be glorified! 
The body must do nothing which will impair its fine fitness as a 
servant of Christ. The mind must entertain no suggestion which 
will make it a less holy temple for Christ. The heart must allow 
no sentiment or desire to sit at its table which would be an 
affront to Christ. The apostle led everything up to this pure and 
lofty purpose, and by it everything was accepted or condemned. 

My soul! Cultivate the companionship of a glorious purpose! 
Never be caught in spiritual indolence. Let thy flag be always 
unfurled, and let this be emblazoned upon it: “For me to live 
is Christ!” 

Have we the conviction that life is a commission for a great 

“Help me to live a great life, so that I can assist in Thy great 

"Standing by a purpose true. 
Heeding God’s command. 
Honor them, the faithful few! 
All hail to Daniel’s Band! 

"Dare to be a Daniel, 

Dare to stand alone. 

Dare to have a purpose firm! 
Dare to make it known.” 



September 4 

. . Ij thou const believe, all things are possible to him 
that believeth/^ (Mark 9:23.) 

SELDOM have we heard a better definition of faith than 
a was given once in one of our meetings by a dear old 
I colored woman as she answered the question of a young 
I man, how to take the Lord for needed help. 

In her characteristic way, pointing her finger toward 
him, she said with great emphasis: “You’ve just got to believe 
that He’s done it, and it’s done.” The great danger with most 
of us is that, after we ask Him to do it, we do not believe that 
it is done, but we keep on “helping Him,” and getting others to 
help Him; and waiting to see how He is going to do it. 

Faith adds its “Amen” to God’s “Yea,” and then takes its hands 
off, and leaves God to finish His work. Its language is, “Commit 
thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he worketh” (R.V.) 

— Days of Heaven upon Earth. 

“I simply take Him at His word, 

1 praise Him that my prayer is heard, 
And claim my answer from the Lord; 
1 take, He undertakes/’ 

September 5 

"How shell we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?” 

(Psalm 137: 4.) 

1 NOTE of the nightingale is never heard outside the 
I borders of a certain area,” says an English writer. “You 
I never hear it north of York. You never hear it west of 
I the river Exe. You may take the eggs and have them 
hatched in Scotland and carry the fledglings to our 
Scottish woods, but never will the birds come north again to 
give us that wonderful music of the night. Outside a certain 
limit they are silent.” 

There are frontiers for the voice of heaven as there are for the 
voice of every singing bird. But the frontiers are not geographical; 
they are moral and have to do with character. They are deter- 
mined by what a man desires and by the deepest craving of his 

A great man once said that no theological statement had ever 
satisfied him like the voice of Jeimy Lind singing, “I Know That 
My Redeemer Liveth!” 



Jenny Lind said, *T sing for Gfod.” She did. That is why she 
lives and sings today, though dead. 

If I had a voice, oh, a strong, strong voice^ 

I would tell to the ends of the earth, 

To the sorrowing ones who have no relief, 

Of the depths of a holy mirth. 

If I had a voice, a persuading voice 
That could tell of His heart of love, 

It would turn everyone from all self and from sIti 
To the Lord of the heaven above. 

If I had a voice, just a tender voice 
With a wooing and winning power, 

I might say the sweet word that my Lord would give 
That would change a life — in an hour. 

— Anon, 

September 6 

. He that helieveth shall not make haste.” (Isa. 28:16.) 

S OF THE greatest mistakes in life is hasty praying. We 
Brush into God’s presence and try in a few hurried sen- 
I tences to solicit His help, hut not at the expense of spend- 
I ing the necessary time in communion and fellowship with 
Him! Quick-firing guns must have time to cool, but how 
little space do we devote to file cooling processes of our souls! If 
we only realized the true nature of prayer we should understand 
that it is better to entreat God to maice speed to save us than that 
we should hasten forth to our duties, to the neglect of prayer. 

One who knew Luther well wrote thus to Melancthon: ‘T can- 
not admire enough the extraordinary cheerfulness, constancys 
faith, and hope of that man in these trying and vexatious times. 
He constantly feeds these gracious affections by a very diligent 
study of the Word of God. Then not a day passes in which he 
does not employ in prayer at least three of ms very best hours. 
Once I happened to hear him in prayer. Gracioits God! What 

g irit and what faith there is in his expressions! He petitions 
)d with as much reverence as if he were in the Divine presence, 
and yet with as firm a confidence as he would address a father 
or friend.” 

The great Wilberforce wrote to his son: “Let me conjure you 
not to be seduced into neglecting, curtailing, or hurrying over your 
morning prayer. Of all things, guard against neglecting God in 
the closet. There is nothing more fatal in the fife and power ©I 

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religion. How much better I might serve God if I cultivated a 
closer communion with Him.” Haste in prayer means fever and 
failure. Time spent in prayer is time saved. 

^'Steal away to Jesus.” He is not far from thee at this moment. 

September 7 

*‘And the Lord said unto the servant. Go out into the high- 
ways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house 
may he filled/’ (Luke 14:23.) 

BRAZILIAN girl, aged twenty-one, who is a graduate of 
an American college, wrote: 

“It was in my girlhood that I first heard about the work 
among the savages in our jungle lands. My heart flamed 
with pure passion for souls, and I was then only nine years 
old. Now I am all on fire for Christ, and the supreme ambition 
of my life is to go to the place where no one else will go, to 
surrender my best youthful days to His service. I have counted 
the cost, but to me it appears as no cost at all, when I think of my 
loving Saviour and Friend who has satisfied the deepest longings 
of my heart.” 

1 dare not idle stand. 

While upon every hand 
The whitening fields proclaim the harvest neati 
A gleaner I would he, 

Gathering, dear Lord, for Thee, 

Lest I with empty hand at last appear. 

I dare not idle stand. 

While on the shifting sand, 

The ocean casts bright treasures at my feet; 
Beneath some shell’s rough side 
The tinted pearl may hide, 

And I with precious gift my Lord may meet. 

I dare not idle stand. 

While over all the land 
Poor, wandering souls need humble help 
Brighter than the brightest gem 
In monarch’s diadem, 

Each soul a star in Jesu^ crown may shir 



September 8 

“And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, heliev-- 
ing, ye shall receive." (Matt. 21:22.) 

Let this poem be dedicated to the lads whose homes are on thp 
range amid the great, wide spaces — out where the deer and 
antelope roam. Here they may build an altar under the sky and 
find God’s presence. 


Oh, Lord, I’ve never lived where churches grow, 

1 love creation better as it stood 

That day You finished it so long ago. 

And looked upon Your work and called it 

I know that others jind You in the light 
That -filters down through tinted toindotn 

And yet I seem to feel You near tonight 
In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains. 

I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so well; 

That You have made my freedom so complete. 

That I’m no slave of whistle, clock or hell, 

Or weak-eyed prisoner of wall or street. 

Just let me live my life as I’ve begun. 

And give me work that’s open to the sky; 

Make me a partner of the wind and sun, 

And 1 won’t ask a life that’s soft or high. 

Let me be easy on the man that’s down; 

And make me square and generous with all; 

I’m careless sometimes. Lord, when I’m in town. 

But never let them say I’m mean or small. 

Make me as big and open as the plains. 

As honest as the horse between my knees, 

Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains. 

Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze. 

Forgive me. Lord, when I sometimes forget, 

You understand the reasons that are hid. 

You know the little things that gall and fret. 

You know me better ^an my mother did. 

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Just keep an eye on all thafs done and said. 

Just Tight me sometimes when 1 turn aside. 

And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead 
That stretches upward toward the Great 

— Author Unknown, 

September 9 

"For all the promises of God in him are yea, and in him 

Amen, ...” (2 Cor. 1: 20.) 

have lost the key to a chest, and after trying all the 
»3^fflkeys you possess, you are obliged to send for a lock- 
smith. The tradesman comes with a huge bunch of keys 
of all sorts and sizes. To you they appear to be a singular 
collection of rusty instruments. He looks at the lock and 
tries first one key and then another. He has not touched it yet; and 
your treasures are still out of your reach. Look! he has found 
the suitable key; it almost touches the bolt, but not quite. He 
is evidently on the right track now. At last the chest is opened, 
lor the right key has been found. 

This is a correct representation of many a perplexity. You 
cannot get at the difficulty so as to deal with it aright and find 
your way to a happy result. You pray but have not the liberty 
in prayer which you desire. A definite promise is what you want. 
You try one and another of the inspired words, but they do not 
fit. You try again, and in due season a promise presents itself 
which seems to have been made for the occasion; it fits as exactly 
as a well-made key fits the wards of the lock for which it was 
originally prepared. Having found the identical word of the 
living God, you hasten to plead it at the throne of grace, saying, 
“O my Lord, Thou hast promised this good thing unto Thy ser- 
vant; be pleased to grant it!” The matter is ended; sorrow is 
turned to joy; prayer is heard. — C. H. Spurgeon. 

"I have a key in my bosom, called Promise, that will, I am 
persuaded, open any lock.” Then said Hopeful, “That's good news, 
good brother; pluck it out of thy bosom and try.”— Pilgrim's 

"‘But oh, what light and glory. 

Would shine o’er all our ways. 

If we always would remember 

That He means just what He says.” 



September 10 

. I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told mef 

(Acts 27: 25.) 

LIEVING does not come by trying. If a person were 

I to malce a statement of something that happened this 
day, I should not tell him that I would try to believe 
him. If I believed in the truthfiilness of the man who 
told the incident to me and who said he saw it, I should 
accept the statement at once. If I did not think him a true man, 
I i^ould, of course, disbelieve him; but there would be no trying 
in the matter. Now, when God declares there is salvation in, 
Christ Jesus I must either believe Him at once or malce Him 
a Mar. — Charles H. Spurgeon, 

"O listen not to those who would steal 
our rights away, 

And make us doubt God’s promise, which 
stands secure today; 

Begone such worldly wisdom, but rather let us 

It shall he as it was told me by the Lord.” 

“AH faith roots in the faithfulness of God." 

September 11 

‘^Giue attendance to reading, . . ” (1 Tim. 4: 13.) 

[lET.Xi me what you read, and I will tell you whether you 
I are becoming like the strong oak that stands deep- 
I rooted, ready for the sudden storm, or like the flimsy 
I tumbleweed that is rolled across the fields by every 
" caprice of the wind. I will tell you whether you will 
grow as the straight, tall fir tree grows, or be like fte little 
garden shrub that never grows at all, or never casts any cool 
shade, I will always know if your leaves are green and your fruit 
faitliful like the tree planted by the rivers of water, or dry as the 
sagebrush on the desert; whether you are tender and fragrant 
like the rose, or prickly and bitter hke the thistle. 

When the importance of good literature is urged upon them, 
people often say, “I just haven’t time!” Some excuse tibemselves 
in what they read by sayiag, “But this is perfectly innocent and 
harmless.” No doubt it apparently may be, but is it positively 
helpful? in realiiy much of the so-called harmless reading matter 
in many of our homes is harmful in the very fact that it is not 



helpful. _ It is idle. It consumes quantities of time and interest 
and brain room without giving much eternal quality in return. 

The next time you find yourself reading, ask yourself these 
questions: Is this strengthening my character, or slowly, subtly 
undermining it? Does this raise my ideals and sensibilities, or 
does it accustom me to worldliness and sin, until I gradually 
lose my protest and feel that some things are not so bad after 
all? Does it make me a better Christian? In reading this am I 
exhibiting high standards or low standards in my mental food 
and entertainment? Does my choice indicate refined or cheap 
tastes? Is this reading leading my mind along the way of least 
resistance; does it put my mental powers to sleep as a sedative, 
making me mentally lazy, and unfitting me for real thinking, or 
does it stimulate and sharpen my mental faculties? Does it 
leave me with a little feeling of pollution, or a sense of whole- 
someness and well-being? Do I feel as though I have had a 
mental bath or as though I needed one? Does it increase my 
relish for the Bible and good, solid reading, or does it dull that 
relish and make such reading appear tame and uninteresting? 
Is it the best kind of reading I could be doing at this moment? 

— Excerpts from a Sermon. 

What we read mirrors cur character! 

September 12 

"A wonderful and horrible thing is committed in the land.” 

(Jer. 5: 30.) 

^HIS sounds somewhat repulsive to start with, perhaps; 
I yet it is the first lesson to learn in the school of God. 
I There are many designations and descriptions of sin in 
I God’s Word. Here it is exposed in its real light. It is 
“wonderfully horrible.” All sin, even the tiniest — as men 
regard it — is utterly revolting in the eyes of a holy God. It 
necessitated the agony of Calvary. It nailed precious hands and 
feet to a Roman Cross. Sin is never beautiful, though it may be 
attractive. A native Congo pastor once used this illustration: “Sin 
is not always sordid and low. Often it comes in most beautiful 
garb. But does that lessen or help us bear the misery of its 
results? A carrier goes to bring a load for the missionary. As 
he walks along the road, there is a flash from the bushes, and he 
feels the treacherous sting of a deadly serpent. When he turns to 
look at it, does he care whether it is gorgeous or beautiful? Does 
it matter to him whether it is the most beautiful snake in existence, 
or whether it is drab and ugly? Its sting is in his body. Its poison 
Is already in his blood. Ugly or beautiftil, the creature means bxit 



«>n(; lliiiif? — deMh! Even so with sin. It can be in the most attrac- 
tive .'^nivroundings, or in the most beautiful attire; it can also be 
ugly and repulsive. But the wages is the same — death! 

Many a temptation comes to us in line, gay colors that are but 
shin deep. — Matthew Henry. 

O God of peace, strong is the enemy, 

But Thou art nigh, 

And he must fall beneath our feet, because 
Of Calvary. 

Give us calm confidence of victory, 

Lord of the fight; 

And when the enemy comes like a flood 
Put him to flight 

Mighty the toeapons of our warfare are 
Through Thee alone; 

Oh, lead us to the battle, captain us. 

Most Mighty One. 

—A. W. C. 

September 13 

"I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, 
that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable 
unto God, which is your reasonable serutce.” (Rom. 12: 1.) 

an Indian lived alone, hunting and trapping in the 
8 ® Mountains. His family had all been killed by a 

J white hunters, and he grew up a wild man. 

len^h another trapper, a white man, came to the 
mountains to live. He was kind and patient, and grad- 
ually the wild boy came to trust him and to love him. Slowly he 
entered into the love of Jesus Christ, as the white man taught 
him. After many months of thought, one moonlit night on top 
of a noble peak, the young Indian dressed himself in all his 
heathen Finei'y, took his friend’s hand, knelt and prayed silently. 
Then he rose and made his confession of his new purpose, suiting 
the action to the word: 

“Indian lay down blanket, 

Indian lay down pipe. 

Indian lay down tomahawk. 

Indian lay down Indian.” 

Well may all of us learn a lesson from that child of the forest. 
Wliat Christ requires of us is not some modifications, more or 
less complete, of our old life of sin and selfishness and doubt, 



but that we walk with Him in entire newness of life. “Indian must 
lay down Indian!” 

September 14 

“...That in all things he might have the pre-eminence.” 

(Col. 1: 18.) 

H FTER President Garfield was assassinated he was taken 
to a quiet, isolated house where he could have absolute 
quiet and rest in his fight for life, and a special railway 
was constructed to facilitate the bringing of doctors, 
nurses and loved ones to his bedside. The engineers 
laid out the line to cross a farmer’s front yard, but the determined 
old farmer refused to grant the right of way, until they explained 
to him that it was for the President; then he exclaimed: 

“That is different! If that railroad is for the President, you can 
run it right through my house.” 

Are you willing to give Jesus right of way across your front 
yard? It may run right through some of your plans or sp.cial 
engagements or business appointments, but will you give Him 
the right of way? 

Recognize God’s right through your life! 

Anything which makes Christianity its second object makes 
Christianity no object. God will put up with a great many things 
in the human heart, but there is one thing He will not put up 
with in it — a second place. He who offers God a second place 
offers Him no place. — John Ruskin. 

September 15 

“Then the spirit . . . said unto me. Go, shut thyself within . . 

(Ezek. 3: 24.) 

“’Tis good to he with Jesus 
From all the world apart. 

Enjoying sweet communion. 

That blessed ‘better part.’" 

ET a place, some familiar place, for being alone with 
God — and a time. What time, it is not for me to say. I 
would not have anybody to be bound by rules concern- 
ing times or anything else; but have a time — times if you 
will — but a time at least. We shall all agree that, for the 
yoimg, strong, and healthy, there is no time like the mornmg. 
Remember that God can do a wonderful amount of work in five 
minutes, if you can spare no more, but He can do nothing in 



one thing — death! Even so with sin. It can be in the most attrac- 
tive surroundings, or in the most beautiful attire; it can also be 
ugly and repulsive. But the wages is the same — death! 

Many a temptation comes to us in fine, gay colors that are but 
skin deep. — Matthew Henry. 

O God of peace, strong is the enemy, 

But Thou art nigh. 

And he must fall beneath our feet, because 
Of Calvary. 

Give us calm confidence of victory, 

Lord of the fight; 

And when the enemy comes like a flood 
Put him to flight. 

Mighty the weapons of our warfare are 
Through Thee alone; 

Oh, lead its to the battle, captain us, 

Most Mighty One. 

—A. w. a 

September 13 

"I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, 
that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable 
unto God, which is your reasonable service." (Rom. 12: 1.) 

M NCE an Indian lived alone, hunting and trappmg in the 
Selkirk Moxmtains. His family had all been killed by a 
band of white hunters, and he grew up a wild man. 
At length another trapper, a white man, came to the 
mountains to live. He was kind and patient, and grad- 
ually the wild boy came to trust him axid to love him. Slowly he 
entered into the love of Jesus Christ, as the white man taught 
him. After many months of thought, one moonlit night on top 
of a noble peak, the young Indian dressed himself in all his 
heathen finery, took his friend’s hand, knelt and prayed silently. 
Then he rose and made his confession of his new purpose, suiting 
the action to the word: 

“Indian lay down blanket, 

Indian lay down pipe. 

Indian lay down tomahawk. 

Indian lay down Indian." 

Well may all of us learn a lesson from that child of the forest. 
What Christ requires of us is not some modifications, more or 
less complete, of our old life of sin and selfishness and doubt, 



but that we walk with Him in entire newness of life. “Indian must 
lay down Indian!” 

September 14 

“...That in all things he might have the pre-eminence.” 

(Col. 1: 18.) 

H FTER President Garfield was assassinated he was taken 
to a quiet, isolated house where he could have absolute 
quiet and rest in his fight for life, and a special railway 
was constructed to facilitate the bringing of doctors, 
nurses and loved ones to his bedside. The engineers 
laid out the line to cross a farmer’s front yard, but the determined 
old farmer refused to grant the right of way, until they explained 
to him that it was for the President; then he exclaimed: 

“That is different! If that railroad is for the President, you can 
run it right through my house.” 

Are you willing to give Jesus right of way across your front 
yard? It may run right through some of your plans or so.cial 
engagements or business appointments, but will you give Him 
the right of way? 

Recognize God’s right through your life! 

Anything which makes Christianity its second object makes 
Christianity no object. God will put up with a great many things 
in the human heart, but there is one thing He will not put up 
with in it — a second place. He who offers God a second place 
offers Him no place, — John Ruskin. 

September 15 

“Then the spirit . . . said unto me. Go, shut thyself within . . 

(Ezefc. 3: 24.) 

‘“Tis good to be with Jesus 
From all the world apart. 

Enjoying sweet communion. 

That blessed ^better part.’” 

ET a place, some familiar place, for being alone with 
God — and a time. What time, it is not for me to say. I 
would not have anybody to be bound by I'ules concern- 
ing times or anything else; but have a time — times if you 
will — ^but a time at least. We shall aU agree that, for the 
yotmg, strong, and healthy, there is no time like the morning. 
Remember that God can do a wonderful amount of work in five 
minutes, if you can spare no more, but He can do nothing in 



five minutes, if you ought to give Him sixty. All this is between 
yourself and Him. Have a time, the time when the door is shut, 
the best beloved on earth excluded, the soul brought face to face 
with God. 

A Christian lad, giving a testimony for Jesus, told his secret 
when he said that from the time of his conversion he trusted the 
Lord with his morning hour; and the way he spoke of it indicated 
the radiancy of the light that shone from liim then. Loving youth, 
do you want a glad and rejoicing life? Do you want to live by the 
wells that never dry up or freeze? There is no hour like that of 
morning prime for fellowship with God. The fillmg of that hour 
will overflow into all the hours that follow. 

“Do not have your concert first, then tune your instruments 
afterwards. Begin the day with the Word of God and prayer, 
and get first of all in harmony with Him.” — J. Hudson Taylor. 

“Happy is the youth whose morning is spent with Jesus. Early 
seekers make certain finders.” 

“When morning gilds the sides 
My heart awaking cries, 

Let Jesus Christ he praised!” 

September 16 

“He will keep the feet of his saints . . (1 Samuel 2: 9.) 

will keep the feet of those who walk in His paths, 
will not keep the feet of those who simply seek to 
kept from etenaal perdition; but of those who wish to 
kept from* all steps that accord not with the glory of 
_d. He will keep the feet of those who commit all 
their steps into His keeping. He will keep them from frequenting 
the society of the wicked, from approaching the precipice of 
temptation, from that prosperity which bringeth a snare, from 
circumstances which are likely to be adverse to their piety and 
usefulness, from the burden of care, from the excessive pressure 
of responsibility, from erroneous doctrines, from vain specula- 
tions, from supineness and a bland confidence, from the fear of 
death, and from a serious misinterpretation of His providences. 

He will not keep them from trials, privations, bereavements, 
worldly losses, perplexing combinations, inward conflicts, the 
tongue of slander and the misjudgment of friends. But He will 
keep them above these, and bring them off more than conquerors. 
He will keep them by the promises, by the commandments, by the 
example of Christ, by that of other saints, by the preaching of 
the Gospel, by the Sabbaths and by prayer meetings, by giving 
them the love of private prayer, and by leading them to self- 
examination. Sometimes, when a broad sea stretches before 



them, they are ready to say, “We are safer where we are.” But 
they are pressed forward. Then a path is opened for them 
through the depths of the sea, and their feet are kept. 

— Rev. George Bowen. 

September 17 

“...Perfect and complete in all the will of God.” (Col. 4:12.) 

^HEN Shackleton wanted two volunteers to join his party 
I for the South Pole, fifty thousand young men applied. 
I Youth is fascinated by the challenge of some rugged 
I task. The Calvary spirit is our primary need in all our 
service for Christ. 

Your goal was not some island of the 

A zone of gardens, sweet with pink 
and chrome; 

You had not thought to find at last a 

Where you might pause, by labors un- 

Fearless and strong, you set upon your 

Ice~fanged the ways that lured your 
dauntless ship. 

Endless the night that held you in its 
, grip 

But stout the heart that beat within 
your breast. 

You are of the Norman breed, brave 
Viking soul; 

You rode the icebergs as a summer sea; 

Their crystal peaks, their cold, strange 

Lured on and on, till God revealed 
your goal. 

— The Spirit of Amundsen. 

“My goal is God Himself, not joy, nor peace, 

Not even blessing, hut Himself, my God; 

^Tis His to lead me there, not mine, hut His — 

At any cost, dear Lord, by any road.” 

All great men and women travel the way of the Cross. Be 
not afraid of the rugged mountain-climb. With Him scale the 
heiehts todav! 


September 18 

“And he not conformed to this world: hut he ye transformed 
hy the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is 
that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.” 

(Rom. 12:2.) 

BAALBEC in a quarry lies a magnificent column — ^the 
largest worked stone in the world — almost detached and 
-Already for transportation. In the ruined Temple of the 
I Sim nearby is a niche still waiting for it after forgotten 
centuries. So large, so good, yet a failure, because it 
never filled the place for which it was quarried and hewn. 

The unused column may represent the possibilities in a human 
life— the empty niche, the opportunities! How many lives that 
never fulfill the bright possibilities before them! 

“If you are in the wrong place, the right place is vacant.” 

God has fust one person to come at the right moment; a place 
which no one can fill but that person and at that time! 

Whatever your place, it is 
Not yours alone, but His 
Who sent you there. 

-^ohn Oxenham. 

Ask God if you are in His chosen place. 

“Our life is hut a little holding lent 
To do a mighty labor. We are one 
With heaven and the stars when it is spent 
To do God’s will." 

It is possible for us to miss God’s plan for our lives. 

September 19 

"Now in the place where he was crucified there was a 
garden;..." (John 19:41.) 

Cross was the crowning service of Christ’s life! It 
going to the uttermost. To John it was no 
mere coincidence that in the place of that supreme 
1^9 surrender there should be the fragrance and the bios- 
soming of flowers. One might have thought to find 
a desert there. One might have counted on a bleak and dreary 
scene. What struck the mystical eye of the apostle was that 
everything was the opposite of that! Christ died! He gave Him- 



self for man! He poured out His life in full surrender! And in 
the place where all this happened was a garden! 

John hints that there is always a garden when we share in the 
self“surrender of our Lord. Let any person willingly lay down 
his life for others; let him surrender what is dearest to him in 
self“abandonment of love, and the strange thing is that every- 
thing grows beautiful, and the flowers begin to blossom at his 
feet in a way they never did before. It seems to be a hard, bleak 
life; the life of a continuous self-denial. It seems to rob one of 
many a sweet thing which is the gift of God. Surrender up 
thy life with its freedoms and its sweet and secret pleasures; 
turn thy days into an arid desert where no passionate flowers 
can ever grow! But John saw it was entirely otherwise. Live 
for self, and you move into a wilderness. Sooner or later the 
scenery grows desolate; the fragrance disappears; the world grows 
cold and meaningless and ugly. Lose your life for the sake of 
others who need you, and in the place where you are crucified 
there is a garden! 

Self-surrender is the road to service. Self-denial is the way 
to song. To be made captive by the Lord Jesus Christ is to have 
the freedom of the universe. Then one goes back to this quiet 
word of John and begins to understand the depth of it; “In the 
place where He. zoos cnicified there loas a garden!^* 

— George H. Morrison, D. D. 

September 20 

‘''And call upon me in the day of trouble: . . (Psalm 50: 15.) 

S N A factory where delicate fabrics are v/oven the 
operators are required, when the threads at any time 
become tangled, to press a button which calls the fore- 
man to come and put matters right. On one occasion, 
however, a woman who was an old hand at the work 
thought she could disentangle the threads without the foreman’s 
help, but she made things much worse. When the foreman did come 
she said, “I did my best, sir.” 

His answer was, “Remember that doing your best is to send for 

When things get in a tangle, doing our best is sending for the 
Master, asking Him to straighten them out for us. 

Once in an eastern palace wide 
A little child sat weaving; 

So patiently her tas'k she plied, 

The men and women at her side 
Flocked round her, almost grieving. 



“How is it, little one” they said, 

“You always work so cheerily? 

You never seem to break your thread. 

Or snarl or tangle it, instead 
Of working smooth and clearly.” 

“I only go and tell the King,” 

She said, abashed and meekly; 

“You know He said ‘In everything.’ ” 

“Why, so do we!” they cried, “we bring 
Him all our troubles weekly.” 

She turned her little head aside; 

A moment let them wrangle; 

“Ah, but,” she softly then replied, 

“I go and get the knot untied 
At the first little tangle!” 

— Selected. 


“The fingers that wove the rainbow into a scarf, 

And wrapped it around the shoulders of the dying storm; 
The fingers that painted the lily bell 
And threw out the planets; 

The fingers that were dipped in the mighty sea of eternity 
And shaken out over this old planet. 

Making the ocean to drop and the rivers to stream — 

The same fingers can take hold of these tangled lives 
And make them whole again. 

For He can make the crooked straight.” 

September 21 

“Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it 
giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. 
At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.” 

(Prov. 23:31, 32.) 


^S ^CTHERE is a fable that a serpent fotmd himself surrounded 
with a ring of fire and said to a man standing near, 
“Lift me out.” The answer was, “If I do, you will bite me.’ 
^0 IS Over and over the serpent pledged himself that he 
would not do it, and finally, the fable goes, the yoting 
man reached over and lifted the serpent from his perilous posi- 
tion. But he was no sooner safe than his fangs protruded, and 
he made ready to strike with the sting of death, 

“But you promised that you would not,” said his rescuer. “I 



know I did,” said the serpent, “but it is my nature to sting, and 
I can’t help it.” 

And this is true of strong drink. Men trifle with it, and 
they imagine that when they choose to do so, they can break 
themselves free from its power; but it is its nature to sting and 
kill and destroy, and no one is so strong that he can overcome 
it in his own strength, if it once gets a hold upon his life. 

— Selected. 


“You may think that you have self-control enough to take care 
of yourself. But the chances are that your seK-control will be 
no more than pasteboard against a Gatling gun if you tamper 
with temptation and once begin the indulgence. If you want a 
clear head; if you want a sound heart; if you want a clear 
conscience; if you want a healthy body; if you want money in 
your pocket and credit to your name, put your foot right down 
and say that you are going to abstain from die use of intoxicating 
liquors, and keep the faith.” 

— Exchange. 

The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step. 
Watch your step! 

September 22 

"Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus 

Christ/’ (2 Tim. 2:3.) 

THE noble struggle for freedom and a united Italy 
against seemingly unconquerable foes and insuperable 
difficulties, Garibaldi flung forth to his dispirited forces 
this challenge: “Soldiers! What I have to offer you is 
fatigue, danger, struggle and death; the chill of the cold 
night in the open air, and heat under the burning sun; no lodg- 
ings, no munitions, no provisions, but forced marches, dangerous 
watchposts, and the continual struggle with the bayonet against 
batteries. Those who love freedom and their country, follow 
me!” They answered the call. 

“A brave man inspires others to heroism, but his own courage 
is not diminished when it enters into other souls; it is stimulated 
and invigorated.” — Washington Gladden. 

I shall go across battlefields and into twisting storms that I may 
have an experience of the Father’s care, protection, and glorious 
deliverances! I am to share in the tremendous experiences of 
the great! 

I am builded not as a skiff but as an ocean liner to sail the 
high seas of the universe. 


September 23 

“Brethren, let every man, wherein he is called, therein 
abide with God.” (1 Cor. 7:24.) 

UNDER the elms on College Hill a freshman sat looking 
I off towai’d the sunset. He was looking through the glory 
I of departing day into his own grey future. He was 
I fighting for a quiet and trustful submission to the 
® inevitable. 

The boy was coTxntry born and bred. All his life he had 
dreamed of college and the theological seminary, and then the 
ministry. From the little red schoolhouse at the crossroads below 
his father’s farm he had entered the Free Academy in the near-by 
city and was graduated at the head of his class. Then he suf- 
fered a severe illness. The doctors told the ambitious student 
that his only hope of recovery was a complete change of occupa- 
tion. For two years he ploughed and sowed and harvested and 
hardly looked inside the covers of a book. Finally he seemd 
so far recovered that he thought he might enter the college of 
his choice. 

But the first week of study brought back the old pain and 
dizziness. Gradually he came to realize that he must surrender 
his ambition, give up the ministry, and go back home to the farm. 
He wrestled long before peace came. The next day he packed his 
books and his trunk, said good-bye to his teachers and to the 
friends he had made, and went quietly home. 

Steadily and successfully he applied himself to the work of a 
farmer. His manner of life was a kind of visible conscience for 
his neighbors. He toiled long hours from Monday morning until 
Saturday night, but he was always in his place at the morning 
and evening services of the little cormtry church, and he was 
constant in attending the midweek prayer meeting. He taught 
in the Sunday school and was a soxu-ce of strength to the Young 
People’s Society. The church made him an elder, and as the 
older men were carried one by one to their last resting place, he 
became the recognized intellectual, moral, and religious leader 
of the commxmity. 

He never stood in the pulpit, but as a Christian farmer he 
exerted a spMtual influence that any man might covet. 

— The Youth’s Companion. 

To some Christ calls: “Leave boat and bay. 

And white-haired Zebedee”; 

To some the call is harder: “Stay 
And mmd the nets for Me.” 

— Selected. 

. So shall his part he that tarrieth by the stuff: they shall 
pmi alike.” (1 Samuel 30:24.) 



September 24 

“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed 
on thee; because he triLSteth in thee” (Isa. 26:3. ) 

AMY CARMICHAEL gives a beautiful illustration 
n nature of this kind of trust. The sunbird — one 
he tiniest of birds, a native of India—builds a pendant 
t, hanging it by fom* frail threads, generally from a 
ly of valaris. It is a delicate work of art, with its 
roof and tiny porch, which a splash of water or a child’s touch 
might destroy. Miss Carmichael tells how she saw a little sun- 
bird building such a nest just before the monsoon season, and 
felt that for once bird wisdom had failed; for how could such a 
delicate structure, in such an exposed situation, weather the 
winds and the torrential rains? The monsoon broke, and from 
her window she watched the nest swaying with the branches 
in the wind. Then she perceived that the nest had been so placed 
that the leaves immediately above it formed little gutters which 
carried the water away from the nest. There sat the sunbird, 
with its tiny head resting on her little porch, and whenever a 
drop of water fell on her long, curved beak, she sucked it in as 
if it were nectar. The storms raged furiously, but the sunbird sat, 
quiet and unafraid, hatching her tiny eggs. 

We have a more substantial rest for head and heart than the 
siinbird’s porch! We have tlie promises of God! Are they not 
enough, however terrifying the storm? 

“Like a bird that found its nest. 

So my soul has found its rest 
In the center of the will of God” 

September 25 

“My son, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes observe 
my ways.” (Prov. 23:26.) 

rich young ruler consecrated a part but was unwill- 
; to consecrate the whole. He fallowed the inch but 
i the mile. He would go part of the way but not to 
! end. And the peril is upon us all. We give ourselves 
„„ the Lord, but we reserve some liberties. We offer 
Him our house, but we mark some rooms “private.” And that 
word “private,” denying the Lord admission, crucifies Him 
afresh. He has no joy in the house so long as any rooms are 

Dr. F. B. Meyer has told us how his early Christian life was 
marred and his ministry paralyzed, just because he had kept 


back one key from the bunch of keys he had given to the Lord. 
Every key save one! The key of one room kept for personal use, 
and the Lord shut out. And the effects of the incomplete con- 
secration were found in lack of power, lack of assurance, lack of 
joy and peace. 

The “joy of the Lord” begins when we hand over the last key. 
We sit with Christ on His throne as soon as we have surrendered 
all our crowns, and made Him the sole and only ruler of our life 
and its possessions. The last touch of consecration lands us in 
the very heart of God’s eternal peace. 

Give God the key to all the inner rooms of your heart, and 
follow! The issue is transcendently glorious. 

“He had great possessions.” Did he? or did great possessions 
have him? 

Possession comes through giving, not giving through possession. 

September 26 

“And God spake...” (Genesis 46: 2.) 

H NY man may hear the voice of God. 

When man will listen, God speaks. When God speaks, 
men are changed. When men are changed, nations are 

In the ancient days God spake, and the wonderful 
things which He told Moses on the moxmtaintop have inspired 
mankind for centuries. 

Down through the years men of God have heard His voice. 
God spake to George Muller, and he became the modem apostle 
of faith. Hudson Taylor heard Him speak as he walked by the 
seashore on a memorable Sabbath morning, and in obedience to 
that _ Voice he launched forth into inland China, establishing 
mission stations in every province of that vast country. 

God spake to Dr. A, B. Simpson, and he stepped aside from a 
well-beaten path and like Abraham of old, “went forth, not know- 
ing whither he went,” Today, The Christian and Missionary 
Alliance, operating in more than twenty mission fields of the 
world, is the result of his obedience, and imtold numbers have 
been blessed through his ministry. 

Charles Cowman heard the “soft and gentle Voice,” when God 
spake saying, “Get thee out of thy country, and from they kin- 
dred, and from thy father’s house, rmto a land that I will shew 
thee.” The result— The Oriental Missionary Society, with him- 
dreds of mission stations dotted all over the Orient! And now its 
activities have extended into The Land of the Southern Cross 
and embrace the wide world. 


mountain trailways for youth 

When Isaiah heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Who will 
go for us?” he quickly answered, “Here am I; send me.” 

“I heard Him call, ‘Come, follow,' that was all. 

My gold grew dim, my heart went after Him, 

I rose and followed, that was all; 

Who would not follow if he heard Him call?" 

September 27 

“...That it may bring forth more fruit." (John 15:2.) 

a WO years ago I set out a rosebush in the corner of my 
1 garden. It was to bear yellow roses, and it was to bear 
I them profusely. Yet, during those two years, it did not 
i produce a blossom! 

® I asked the florist from whom I bought the bush why 
it was so barren of flowers. I had cultivated it carefully, had wa- 
tered it often, had made the soil aroimd it as rich as possible; and 
it had grown well. 

“That’s just the reason,” said the florist. “That kind of rose 
needs the poorest soil in the garden. Sandy soil would be best 
and never a bit of fertilizer. Take away the rich soil and put 
gravelly earth in its place. Cut the bush back severely. Then 

^S^did— an?' the bush blossomed forth in the most gorgeous 
vellow known to nature. Then I moralized: that yellow rose is 
iust like many lives. Hardships develop beauty m the soul; 
fliev thrive on troubles; trials bring out all the best in them; ease 
and comfort and applause only leave them barren.-Pastor Joyce. 

The finest of flowers bloom in the sandiest of deserts as well 
as in the hothouses. God is tlie same Gardener. 

September 28 

«I have prayed that your own faith may^no^^faik . ^ 

CHRISTIAN, take good care of thy faith, for recollect, 
1 that faith is the only means whereby thou canst obtain 
1 blessings. Prayer cannot draw down answers from God s 
I throne except it be the earnest prayer of the man who 

Faith isihT telegraphic wire which links earth to Heaven, on 
which God’s messages of love fly so fast that before we c^. 
He answers, and while we are yet speakmg, He hears us. But 



back one key from the bunch of keys he had given to the Lord. 
Every key save one! The key of one room kept for personal use, 
and the Lord shut out. And the effects of the incomplete con- 
secration were found in lack of power, lack of assurance, lack of 
Joy and peace. 

The “joy of the Lord” begins when we hand over the last key. 
We sit with Christ on His throne as soon as we have surrendered 
all our crowns, and made Him the sole and only ruler of our life 
and its possessions. The last touch of consecration lands us in 
the very heart of God’s eternal peace. 

Give God the key to all the inner rooms of your heart, and 
follow! The issue is transcendently glorious. 

“He had great possessions.” Did he? or did great possessions 
have him? 

Possession comes through giving, not giving through possession. 

September 26 

“And God spake.,. (Genesis 46: 2.) 

^NY man may hear the voice of God. 

When man will listen, God speaks. When God 
I men are changed. When men are changed, nations are 
I changed. 

In the ancient days God spake, and the wonderful 
things which He told Moses on the moxmtaintop have inspired 
mankind for centuries. 

Down through the years men of God have heard His voice. 
God spake to George Muller, and he became the modem apostle 
of faith. Hudson Taylor heard Him speak as he walked by the 
seashore on a memorable Sabbath morning, and in obedience to 
that _ Voice he launched forth into inland China, establishing 
mission stations in every province of that vast coimtry. 

God spake to Dr. A. B. Simpson, and he stepped aside from a 
well-beaten path and like Abraham of old, “went forth, not know- 
ing whither he went.” Today, The Christian and Missionary 
Alliance, operating in more than twenty mission fields of the 
world, is the result of his obedience, and untold numbers have 
been blessed through his ministry. 

Charles Cowman heard the “soft and gentle Voice,” when God 
spake saying, “Get thee out of thy country, and from they kin- 
dred, and from thy father’s house, unto a land that I will shew 
thee.” The^ result — The Oriental Missionary Society, with hun- 
dreds of mission stations dotted all over the Orient! And now its 
activities have extended into The Land of the Southern Cross 
and embrace the wide world. 



When Isaiah heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Who will 
go for us?” he quickly answered, “Here am I; send me.” 

“I heard Him call, ‘Come, follow,’ that was all. 

My gold grew dim, my heart went after Him, 

I rose and followed, that was all; 

Who would not follow if he heard Him call?” 

September 27 

“‘...That it may bring forth more fruit.” (John 15:2.) 

WO years ago I set out a rosebush in the corner of my 
garden. It was to bear yellow roses, and it was to bear 
them profusely. Yet, during those two years, it did not 
produce a blossom! 

I asked the florist from whom I bought the bush why 
it was so barren of flowers. I had cultivated it carefully, had wa- 
tered it often, had made the soil arotmd it as rich as possible; and 
it had grown well. 

“That’s just the reason,” said the florist. “That kind of rose 
needs the poorest soil in the garden. Sandy soil would be best 
and never a bit of fertilizer. Take away the rich soil and put 
gravelly earth in its place. Cut the bush back severely. Then 
it will bloom.” 

I did — and the bush blossomed forth in the most gorgeous 
yellow known to nature. Then I moralized: that yellow rose is 
just like many lives. Hardships develop beauty in the soul; 
they thrive on troubles; trials bring out all the best in them; ease 
and comfort and applause only leave them barren. — Pastor Joyce. 

The :^est of flowers bloom in the sandiest of deserts as well 
as in the hothouses. God is the same Gardener. 

September 28 

"J have prayed that your own faith may not fail: . . 

(Luke 22: 32, Trans.) 

H HRISTIAN, take good care of thy faith, for recollect, 
that faith is the only means whereby thou canst obtain 
blessings. Prayer cannot draw down answers from God’s 
throne except it be the earnest prayer of the man who 

Faith is the telegraphic wire which links earth to Heaven, on 
which God’s messages of love fly so fast that before we call, 
He answers, and while we are yet speaking, He hears us. But 



if that telegraphic wire of faith be snapped, how can we obtain 
the promise? 

Am I in trouble? I can obtain help for trouble by faith. Am 
I beaten about by the enemy? My soul on her dear Refuge 
leans by faith. 

But take faith away, then in vain I call to God, There is no 
other road betwixt my soul and Heaven. Blockade the road, 
and how can I communicate with the Great King? 

Faith links me with Divinity. Faith clothes me with the power 
of Jehovah. Faith insures every attribute of God in my defense. 
It helps me to defy the hosts of hell. It makes me march 
trixunphant over the necks of my enemies. But without faith 
how can I receive anything from the Lord? 

Oh, then, Christian, watch well thy faith. “If thou canst be- 
lieve, all things are possible to him that believeth.” 

— C. H. Spurgeon. 

“Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, 

And looks to that alone, 

Laughs at impossibilities. 

And cries, ‘It shall he done!’’’ 

Queen Victoria said, “We are not interested in the possibilities 
of defeat. They do not exist!” 

September 29 

"This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice 
and he glad in it.” (Psalm 118: 24.) 

“I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the 
house of the Lord.” (Ps^m 122:1.) 

H FREQUENT visitor at Mount Vernon wrote: “No com- 
pany ever prevented George Washington from attending 
church. I have often been at Mount Vernon on Sabbam 
morning when his breakfast table was filled with guests, 
but to him they furnished no pretext whatever for 
neglecting his God and losing the satisfaction of setting a good 
example. For instead of staying at home out of false complai- 
sance to them, he always invited them to accompany him, 

1 pondered quite a while at home 
Before I came to church today, 

I longed the wooded hills to roam. 

To worship God in my own way; 

“I’m only one, I do not count,” 



And this excuse served very well 
Till, coming from its steeple mount, 

I heard the sound of my church hell. 

Then coming through the church door 

I found my Lord expecting me, 

His nail-pierced hands drew me in- 

He said, “My child, Vve watched for 

Now seated here within my place. 

The ninety and nine come back to me. 

And oh, the pain on my Lord’s face. 

When one stray lamb he cannot see! 

— Myrtle R. Stacy. 

“ . . . As his custom was, he went into the synagogue on the 
sabbath day, ...” (Luke 4:16.) 

September 30 

"If I take the wings of the morning, . . /* (Psalm 139:9.) 

morning is the time of wonderful light, dewy fresh- 
s, music, joy and promise! And youth is the morning 
ir of life. It is the time of lovely light, glad music, 
delicacy of dew, the wonderful joy and promise of 

t which is to be. It is the time of vision, of high, 

happy and wide-ranging ambitions and eagerness. It is the time 
for wings, for he who would rise aloft must have wings, and 
the morning is the winged time. Those two wings of the morning 
are faith and fidelity. There is no lofty life, there are no high 
clear spaces of the upper air possible except by the use of the 
two wings of the morning. 

But these two wings may be crippled by two weights which 
may hold us down in the dim, dusty, dreary, lower levels of 
life — FEAR and folly. Nothing cripples the wings of faith like 
being afraid to seek and hear the truth, afraid to listen to one’s 
own deeper voices, afraid to honor the best and obey the highest. 
It is folly not to follow the great, gifted, far-seeing Christian 
leaders of the centuries. 

Drop those weights of pear and folly! Take the wings of 
the morning and fly. Stretch those wings of faith and fidelity. 
Challenge them to your great adventure. Test them! Try them! 
Mount to the heights! Then the high places and the far horizons 
and the clear, infinite sky shall be yours with its radiance and its 
peace. Wings are yours! “Take the wings of the morning” — ^sure, 
serene, courageous, and imafraid! 



October 1 

“So he fed them according to the integrity of his heart; and 
guided them hy the skilfulness of his hands. (Psalm 78: 72.) 

most interesting thing in the world is to live a great 
!. God has a plan for every life, a really great plan. 
d never made anything cheap or uninteresting. He 
; equipped every life for a great career, and a great 
_.jtiny. fie challenges you to a wonderful friendship 
with Him. Out of this friendship shall come your development, 
your empowering, your guidance — ^your success. God is interested 
in you. He has great things for you to accomplish during your 
lifetime. You alone can wreck your own life. Mistakes there 
mas^ have been a plenty, but sin and life’s blunders He corrects 
and cures. The Holy Spirit has been given to us to lead us into 
all truth. He is our Teacher, our Protector, our Inspirer, our 
Guide. He was commissioned to make sure of the greatness of 
every life. His mode of procedure is to build the life of Jesus 
into the life of each ChristiEin in a wonderfully precious friend- 
ship. The Holy Spirit fuses the will of man into the will of God. 
So the great thing in all life is to live to please God. What we 
are, what we say, what we do is saturated with the life of Jesus. 
The very atmosphere is full of quietness, peace, and love. Such 
a life will go tlirough the world comforting, cheering, healing, 
and inspiring other lives. Fortimate, indeed, the community that 
has a few individuals who thus go through life. One such nature 
can influence an entire community, just as one flower will fill 
a whole room with sweet odors.” — Dean Dutton, D. D. 

“The one greatest act of a lifetime is to accept the Creator’s 
full lifetime program and enter into rich fellowship witlr Him, 
here and now.” 

October 2 

“...Neither will I offer... unto the Lord my God of that 
which doth cost me nothing. ... (2 Samuel 24: 24.) 

i^"|E'iHE following story is told of a young African convert 
who was saved out of the vilest savagery. She came on 
Christmas Day — ^the Lord’s birthday — ^with her gift to Him. 
“These African Christians were very poor — a few vege- 
tables or a bunch of flowers was all they could bring— 
a coin worth a penny or two would have been a valuable gift. 
But here came this girl of sixteen, and from under her di*ess she 
drew a coin worth eighty-five cents and handed it to the mission- 
ary as her gift to the Saviour she loved. He was so amazed that 



he could hardly accept it but said little until after the service, when 
he enquired how she had obtained a fortune like that. And then 
she explained that in order to give Christ an offering that satis- 
fied her own heart she had gone to a neighboring planter and 
had bound herself out to him as a slave for the rest of her life 
for this sum of eighty-five cents. Thus her gift was the equiva- 
lent of the whole strength and service of the rest of her life, and 
she had brought it and laid it down at the feet of her Lord.” 

*‘Only the best, only the best. 

Is good enough for Jesus!” 

October 3 

“And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, 
This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right 
hand, and when ye turn to the left” (Isa. 30:21.) 

is the season when migratory birds are winging 
P* their way toward warmer climes. What is it that prompts 
fhem to fly for hundreds of miles each year to the 
balmy southland and to return again in the springtime 
to the exact spot which they left in the autumn? For 
want of a better term, we call it instinct. One authority states 
that the word means “inward impulse”; “a natural propensity 
that incites animals to the actions that are essential to their 
existence and development”; or, “a propensity prior to experience 
and independent of instructions.” 

The authorities in charge of one of the oldest missions on the 
Pacific Coast state that the swallows, which make their homes in 
the walls of this historic institution, migrate with the utmost 
regularity. During a record of sixty-eight years, it is said that 
they have never been a day late or early in their arrival at this 
mission. One press reporter affirms that “For the first time in the 
known mission history, the swallows were several hours late in 
arriving last March.” This was supposed to have been due to a 
storm at sea. 

How can men doubt that there is an all-wise God who has 
placed within these tiny creatures such mysterious powers? It 
is only because of the taint of sin and the deception of Satan 
that men do not obey a higher instinct and seek protection and 
rest trader the shelter of the Almighty. 

No chart or compass have the birds 
That migrate ev’ry year; 

They know they will be shown the way — 

They feel no doubt or fear. 



Can me not he as filled with faith — 

Our minds as free from doubt? 

Can we not trust in God above 
To point our pathway out? 

— Anonymous. 

“1 like to watch the swallow turn its face to the ocean and set 
fearlessly over the waters. If I had no other proof of lands be- 
yond the sea, the instinct of the swallow would satisfy me.” 

— F. W. Boreham. 

“I see my way as birds their 
trackless way; 

1 shall arrive — what time, what 
circuit first, 

I ask not 

He guides me and the bird, in 
His good time." 

October 4 

“Be not deceived; . . (Gal. 6: 7.) 

as a caterpillar is bad enough, but sin as a butterfly 
a thousand times worse. 

Tf sin in its grossest form be thus dangerous, what 
ist be the unmeasured power of sin when it puts on 
robes of beauty? For the purpose of impressing 
upon my mind the beauty of the butterfly, I read a volume 
lately written by a popular entomologist with this as my sole 
objective. It is said that the finest Mosaic picture contains as 
many as 870 tesserae, or separate pieces to the square inch of 
surface, but upon the same small space of a butterfly’s 
wing the entomologist has coimted no less than 150,000 separate 
glittering scales, each scale carrying in it a gorgeous color, beau- 
tiful and distinct. 

“On every wing there is a picture as varied as the rainbow. 
Every wing is iridescent with different lights that shift and 
change. Here are patches of blue, and spots of purple, and lines 
of green, and aurelian, and red. Every wing is speckled and 
mottled, flecked and tinted. Here are fringes of snow-white, and 
waves of crimson, and whole chains of little crescents. The poets 
call the butterfly ‘a flying and flashing gem,’ ‘a flower of para- 
dise, gifted with the magic power of flight.’ They tell us that 
its wings are as rich as the evening s^. 

“I want to magnify the transmutation of the caterpillcir into 
the butterfly. I want to set into great prominence the great con- 
trast between the crawler and the flyer. And why? That I may 



remind you that the butterfly is only a caterpillar beautified 
with wings. It is only a painted worm decked in a velvet suit, 
and adorned with sparkling gems. Egg and caterpillar and but- 
terfly, the three foi’ms of this creature’s existence, are one and of 
the same nature. It speaks, too, of the power of Satan to trans- 
form himself into an angel of light, and of the power of sin to 
make itself attractive, and of the power of error to deck itself in 
robes that resemble the robes of truth, so that even the very 
elect of God are in danger of being deceived. For example, ‘Sin 
beautifies itself by assuming and wearing the wings of wit,’ as do 
immorality and lust in some of our popular literature, the wings 
of fashion, the wings of art, and wings of attractive and pleasing 
names.” — David Gregg, D. D. 

“Be not deceived!” 

October 5 

“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth 
me.” (Phil. 4:13.) 

the kite sails with a loose string, it drops, because 
! is not enough opposition to keep it afloat; and 
L men have no odds against them in life, nothing to 
out their vital force of opposition, they also soon 
along the ground. This is the meaning of tempta- 
tion; it is discipline. We do not enter the world ready-made; we 
are engaged in the making of ourselves, and in the process, 
temptation must needs play a tremendous part. 

— -W. J. Dawson, in The Divine Challenge. 

One time in my boyhood I was fighting a terrific tempta- 
tion, about which my mother knew nothing except that boys of 
that age had fights that were real. I had led in prayer at morn- 
ing devotions and must have dropped some word in my prayer 
that was a window through which my mother looked into my 
soul and saw that a fight was going on. After prayers were over, 
and I had stepped into the hall to get my cap as I was going to 
school, I remember mother’s coming out, putting her hand on my 
shoulder and saying: 

“Go on, my boy! You will win!” 

And I did, too. 

This is a vital value of Christianity. When you put your life 
in touch with Jesus Christ it puts behind you the lift of a great 
companionship. You do not fight alone. He stands behind you 
and says, “Go on! Do what is right! You can win. Play the 

— A. W. Beaven. 



“While praying to be delivered from a temptation, do not 
peep at it through your fingers.” 

“Every time that we yield to temptation 
It is easier for us to do wrong; 

Every time we resist temptation, 

It is easier for us to be strong.’^ 

“A good traffic rule on the road of life: ‘When you meet temp- 
tation, turn to the right.’” 

October 6 

“...If a man love me, he will keep my words: and my 
Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and make 
our abode with him.” (John 14:23.) 

great need of the age is a new God-consciousness. 
If we are His children the Lord proposes to keep us 
company in every hour of life, “Lo, I am with you 
always and all the day.” 

God is a person, a Person to whom we can say, “Thou”; 
a Person who can speak to us as a man speaketh to his friend 
and who can become to us a heavenly Father. Thus we may 
come to be at peace with Him, and to be His child forevermore. 

When you meet a friend on the street, and he recognizes you, 
you always return the bow, unless you wish rudely and inten- 
tionally to repulse him. This is the secret of enjoying the Lord’s 
presence. Recognize His presence, and He will respond. Recog- 
nize Him in your heart. Many persons are waiting for the Lord 
to reveal Himself, but they themselves never recognize His 
presence in them. “Kjxow ye not,” says the Apostle Paul, “that 
ye are the temple of the Holy Ghost, which is within you?” 
Recognize this fact. Speak to Him in your heart, and He will 
speak to you. Call His dear name; wait in silence for Him to 
speak from within and sweet and quick as the echo, will come 
iJxe answering whisper of love, “Here am I.” 

— Dr. A. B. Simpson. 

The Master needed companionship — “Let us go hence.” 

“Worm, sweet, tender, ewcti yet 
A present help is He, 

And faith has still its Olivet, 

And love its Galilee.” 

mountain trailways for youth 


October 7 

“Buying up your opportunity, . . ” (Eph. 5:16, R. V.) 

SCOTCH botanist sallied forth to the hills one bright 
day to study his favorite flowers. Presently he plucked 
a heather bell and put it upon the glass of his micro- 
scope. He stretched himself at length upon the ground 
and began to scrutinize it through the microscope. 
Moment after moment passed, and still he lay there gazing, en- 
ti-anced by the beauty of the little flower. Suddenly a shadow 
fell upon the ground where he lay. Looking up, he saw a tall, 
weather-beaten shepherd gazing down with a smile of half-con- 
cealed amusement at a man spending his time looking through a 
glass at so common a thing as a heather bell. Without a word 
the botanist reached up and handed the shepherd the microscope. 
He placed it to his eye and began to gaze. For him, too, moment 
after moment sped by while he gazed in enraptured silence. 
When he handed back the glass the botanist noticed that the tears 
were streaming down his bronzed cheeks and falling oir the 
ground at his feet. “What’s the matter,” said the botanist, 
“Isn’t it beautiful?” “Beautiful?” said the shepherd. “It is beau- 
tiful beyond all words. But I am thinking of how many thousands 
of them I have trodden under foot!” 

Priceless opportunities pass. We can lose them! We trample 
upon them, and they are lost forever! 

October 8 

“God has kindled a flame in my heart to make me a world’s 
beacon. . . (2 Cor. 4:6, Weymouth.) 

do not talk; but they do shine. A lighthouse 
no drum; it beats no gong; and yet, far over the 
its friendly spark is seen by the mariner. 

— Spurgeon. 

y Christian ought to be in his human measure a 

new incarnation of the Christ, so that people shall say, “He inter- 
prets Christ to me.” — Rev. J. R. Miller, D. D. 

His lamps we are. 

To shine ivhere He shall say: 

And lamps are not for sunny rooms 
Nor for the light of day; 

But for dark places of the earth, 

Where shame and wrong and crime have 



Or for the murky twilight grey, 

Where wandering sheep have gone astray. 
Or where the Lamp of Faith grows dim. 

And souls are groping after Him. 

And as sometimes a flame we find 
Clear-shining through the night, 

So dark we cannot see the lamp, 

But only see the Light, 

So may we shine, His love the flame, 

That men may glorify His Name, 

—A. J. F. 

In. his beautiful and gripping story, "Black Rockf’ Ralph Connor 
informs us that Graeme once said to him, “Now Connor, don’t 
rage. Craig will walk where his light falls; and I should hate to 
see him fail; for if he weakens like the rest of us, my North Star 
will have dropped from my sky.” 

Each of us is a sort of North Star for someone else. Each must 
live his own life in the sense that no one can live it for him. 
However, if we fall far short of our ideals and of the hopes that 
our loved ones have for us, we have not only injured ourselves, 
but have caused somebody’s North Star- to drop from the sky. 

October 9 

. .What think ye of Christ?.. .” (Matt. 22:42.) 

challenges the attention of the world by His great 
tility. He meets all the needs of all classes and condi- 
of men. 

1 the roll of the world’s workers and ask, “What 
_ ye of Christ?” Their answers amaze us by their 
revelation of these qualifying attributes of the Saviour. He is: 

To the Artist— the One Altogether Lovely. 

To the Architect — ^the Cornerstone. 

To the Astronomer — Sun of Righteousness. 

To the Baker — ^the Living Bread. 

To the Doctor — ^the Great Physician. 

To the Educator — the Great 'Teacher. 

To the Farmer — ^the Sower and Lord of the Harvest. 

To the Newspaper man — ^the Good Tidings of Great Joy. 

To the Servant — ^the Good Master. 

To the Student — the Incarnate Truth. 

To the Theologian— the Author and Finisher of our Faith. 

To the Builder — the Sure Foundation. 

To the Carpenter — ^the Door. 

To the pBeacher — the Word of God. 



To the Banker — the Hidden Treasure. 

To the Biologist — ^the Life. 

To the Toiler — the Giver of Rest. 

To the Sinner — the Lamb of God who taketh away Sin. 

There is a Russian legend — (you will remember that it is only 
a legend) — that when our Lord was on earth an artist wanted to 
paint His picture. He could successfully paint other folk, but 
every time he tried to paint Christ he failed. At length he went 
to our Lord and asked the reason, and Christ smiled at him and 
said: “No one can paint a picture of Me for anyone else, for if 
he did, it would be said that the Christ was thus and thus; every 
one must paint his own picture.” 

October 10 

“...Ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver 
and gold. . .But with the precious blood of Christ,. . 

(1 Peter 1:18, 19.) 

H NE of the richest spots on earth is Johannesburg. It is 
rich because of its apparently limitless supplies of gold. 
But think of that wealth plus all the pearls of the South 
Seas and all the diamonds of the East! Think of the 
jewels of the world and the treasures of State, and then 
you would not have reached the value of a single soul! 

“Say, knowest thou what it is or what thou art? 

Knowest thou the importance of a soul immortal? 
Behold this midnight glory of the stars, 

Amazing pomp, worlds upon worlds. 

Ten thousand add and twice ten thousand more; 

Then weigh the whole — one soul out-weighs them all.” 

Oh, that we had a passion to save others! It was a pledge be- 
tween that holy India missionary, Imown as “Praying Hyde,” and 
God — that each day he should win at least four souls. 

And Brainerd tells us that one Sunday night he offered him- 
self to be used by God and for Him. “It was raining, and the 
roads were muddy; but this desire grew so strong that I kneeled 
down by the side of the road and told God all about it. While I 
was praying, I told Him that my hands should work for Him, my 
tongue speak for Him, if He would only use me as His instru- 
ment — when suddenly the darkness of the night lit up, and I 
knew that God had heard and answered my prayer; and I felt 
that I was accepted into the inner circle of God’s loved ones.” 

One youth on fire with the love of Jesus may set the whole 
universe ablaze. 

2 ^ 


October 11 

“But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have 
fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ 
his Son cleanseth us from all sin” (1 John 1:7.) 

time ago the front door bell in our home went 
f order. For some reason only a faint sound came 
it, so we sent for a repairman. What was wrong? 
:r webs were discovered inside of it and were hinder- 
.he vibration of soxmd. 

“Oh, those cobwebs! Those hindering things which dull our 
witness. What are they? Some habit, self-indulgence, friend- 
ship, or pastime? Or is it sloth, pride, indulgence, worldliness, 
self-seeking, love of praise, selfish motives, undisciplined life, 
or self-wUl? 

“Let God cleanse them away! Your life will never ring true 
as long as they remain.” — Selected. 

“Nothing between my soul and the Saviour 
So that His blessed face may he seen; 

Nothing preventing the least of His favor, 

Keep the xoay clear! Let nothing between." 

October 12 

“And Moses said unto the Lord, O my Lord, I am not elo- 
quent. . .but "I am slow of speech, and of a slow tongue." 

(Exod. 4:10.) 


(The conversion of Bishop William A. Quayle as told by 

H THINK of the funny men I have had preach to me, and 
I remember how some of them did tear the beautiful 
garment of dramatic expression into small ribbons and 
did not care about the ribbons at all; and I remember 
when I heard them fall on the ‘whom’s’ and the ‘who’s’ 
and all the ridiculosities of speech. Yet I remember some of 
those men who could not get it arranged whether they should 
say ‘who’ or ‘whom,’ who brought you up until you fell on the 
outstretched Hand, and caught the foot of the Cross. I would 
not say I like people to be ungrammatical; but I would rather 
hear some people who are rmgrammatical and divine, than hear 
other people who are grammatical and utterly human. 

“The preacher came over to me and said, ‘Billy, you belong 
with Jesus!’ He was a kindly man, and he wore threadbare, out- 



of~date clothes, and spoke with much tenderness. He said that 
there was a Sower who went out to sow, and that there was a 
great harvest. And everybody paid heed. Then he came and 
put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘Billy, God wants you to 
be one of his farmers.’ And I came up the aisle of the old log 
schoolhouse; not to the chancel — ^there wasn’t anything but a 
dictionary in the schoolhouse, so I came up and bowed at the 
dictionary. And oh, the wind was wild that night! It was as 
stormy as on the wild sea, the storm that beat upon that prairie 
schoolhouse. The wind had its chance and blew as it did on the 
Sea of Galilee; and it seemed to me that Christ came over and 
said, ‘Boy, what do you want down here?’ — and I said, ‘I want 
Thee, O Christ!’ And he said, ‘I have come!’ ” 

“Great lives spring from great awakenings.” 

October 13 

“...Count it all joy when ye jail into divers temptations; 

Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.’* 

(James 1:2, 3.) 

OD can make a stepping-stone of Satan himself for ad- 
I vancing His own wox-k!” And all this teaches me how I 

I must thinlc about my temptations. I must look upon 

temptation as opportunity. I must regard it, not as 
something to be feared, but as something to be used. 
And so it is that the apostle counsels us to count it all joy when 
we fall among temptations! They are often full of menace, but 
splendid wealth lies behind the gtms! Refuse to yield, and the 
wealth is yours! Our manifold temptations are just the threat- 
ening side of manifold treasures. If we overcome the tempter, 
we shall return in power. In great temptations we are being 
favored with a shining opportxmity, and we are to count it all 
joy. Let us fight the good fight of faith, assured that every 
victory will make us nobler soldiers. And let us fight in tire 
holy fellowship of the Captain of our salvation, who. Himself 
being tempted, turned His wilderness into a place of springs, 
and who will so strengthen His disciples that their wilderness 
and solitary place shall be glad, and their desert shall rejoice and 
blossom as the rose. 

— Dr. J. H. Jowett. 

Temptation sharp? Thank God a second time! 

Why comes temptation but for man to meet 
And master and make crouch beneath his foot. 

And so be pedestalled in triumph? Pray: 

“Lead us into no such temptations. Lord!” 



Yea, hut, O Thou whose servants are the hold, 
Lead such tewptations by the head and hair, 
Reluctant dragoTis, up to who dares fight, 

That so he may do battle and have praise! 

— Robert Browning. 

Roar lie or purr, he is a conquered foe! 

October 14 

"He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not 
his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as 
a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his 
mouth.” (Isa. 53; 7.) 

allow yourself to answer again when you are 
d,” says Alexander Whyte. “Never defend your 
Let them reprehend you, in private or in public, 
ich as they please. Let the righteous smite you; 

.. Jill be a kindness; and let them reprove you, .it 

shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break your head. 
Never so much as explain your meaning, under any invitation or 
demand whatsoever. ‘It is the mark of the deepest and tniest 
humility,’ says a great saint, ‘to see ourselves condemned without 
cause, and to be silent under it. To be silent under insult and 
wrong is a noble imitation of our Lord.’ O my Lord, when I 
remember in how many ways Thou didst suffer, Who in no way 
deserved it, I know not where my senses are when I am in such 
a haste to defend and excuse myself. Is it possible I should desire 
anyone to speak good of me, or to think it, when so many ill 
things were thought and spoken of Thee! What is this, Lord; 
what do we imagine to get by pleasing words? What about 
being blamed by all men, if only we stand at last blameless 
before Thee!” 

The day when Jesus stood alone 
And felt the hearts of men like stone. 

And knew He came hut to atone — 

That day “He held His peace.” 

They witnessed falsely to His word. 

They hound Him with a cruel cord, 

And mockingly proclaimed Him Lord; 

“But Jesus held His peace.” 

They spat upon Him in the face. 

They dragged Him on from place to place. 

They heaped upon Him all disgrace; 

“But Jesus held His peace.” 



My friend, have you for far much less, 

With rage, which you called righteousness, 
Resented slights with great distress? 

— Your Saviour “held His peace" 

—L. S. P. 

October 15 

“O Lord, 1 know that the way of man is not in himself: 
it is not in man. . .to direct his steps." (Jer. 10:23.) 

M e were at the foot of Mount Blanc in the village of 
Chamouni. A sad thing had happened the day before. 
A young physician had determined to reach the heights 
of Mt. Blanc. He accomplished the feat, and the little 
village was illuminated in his honor; on the mountain- 
side a flag was floating that told of his victory. 

“After he had ascended and descended as far as the hut, he 
wanted to be released from his guide; he wanted to be free from 
the rope and insisted on going on alone. The guide remonstrated 
with him, telling him it was not safe; hut he was tired of the rope 
and declared that he would be free. The guide was compelled 
to yield. The young man had gone only a short distance when 
his foot slipped on the ice, and he could not stop himself 
from sliding down the icy steeps. The rope was gone, so the 
guide could not hold him nor pull him back. Out on the shelving 
ice lay the body of the young physician. 

“The bells had been rung, the village had been illumined in 
honor of his success; but alas, in a fatal moment he refused to 
be guided; he was tired of the rope. 

“Do you get tired of the rope? God’s providences hold us, 
restrain us, and we get tired sometimes. We need a guide, and 
shall until the dangerous paths are over. Never get disengaged 
from your Guide. Let your prayer be ‘Lead Thou me on,’ and 
sometime the bells of heaven will ring that you are safe at Home!” 

— C. H. Spurgeon. 


God hade me go when I would stay 
(’Twos cool within the wood); 

J did not know the reason why. 

I heard a boulder crashing hy 
Across the pathway where I stood. 

He hade me stay when I would go; 

“Thy will he done,” I said. 

They found one day at early dawn. 
Across the way I would have gone, 
A serpent with a mangled head. 


No more I ask the reason why. 

Although I may not see 
The path ahead, His way I go; 

For though I know not. He doth know. 

And He will choose safe paths for me. 

— The Sunday School Times. 

October 16 

“Let no man despise thy youth; hut be thou an example 
of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, 
in faith, in purity. (1 Tim. 4:12.) 

H OSEPH, while still in his teens, was carried into Egypt 
and there began to do the work which God had planned 

Abraham Lincoln as a boy stood in the slave market 
of New Orleans, and there in his youth he made a reso- 
lution which shaped his life and the destiny of his nation. 

Napoleon Bonaparte at sixteen was a lieutenant, and in his 
thirties was master of France and Europe, 

Thomas Edison began the study of chemistry in the basement 
of his home when he was only eleven. As a boy he studied 
telegraphy and was ready to go to work as an operator when 
his opportunity came. 

Florence Nightingale when just a girl decided to give her life 
to nursing. 

Madame Curie, with her husband, discovered radium at thirty. 
Raphael painted his wonderful works as a young man and 
died at the age of thirty-seven. 

Daniel was a youth when he withstood the idolatry of Babylon. 
David was called from the tending of his father’s sheep to the 
throne when only twenty. 

We are told in Joshua 6:23 that the spies who went to spy 
in the Promised Land were yoxmg men. 

Edward Gibbon, the great historian, began his studies at seven- 
teen and at twenty-four was publishing his historical works. 

Josephus, the Jewish historian, was an authority on Jewish 
law at fourteen. 

Every youth has a quest to make, 

For life is the King’s highway, 

And a joyous heart is the script we take. 

On the road of everyday. 



Every youth has his gifts to guard. 

As he fares to a far-off goal; 

A body pure, and a mind unmarred, 
And the light of a lovely soul. 

Every youth has a task of his own, 

For the Father has willed it so. 

Youth seeks the way, and He alone. 
Can show him the path to go. 

Every youth has a lovely Guide, 

From the vale to the mountain crest; 

For the unseen Frie-nd who walks beside. 
Is the Way and the End of the quest. 

— Mary S. Edgar. 

October 17 

“...But in every thing by prayer and supplication with 
thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God/’ 

(Phil. 4:6.) 

IS said of the late Billy Sunday that when he was 
converted and joined the church, a Christian man put 
boy’s shoulder and said, “William, there 
Kb? are three simple rules I can give you, and if you will 
hold to them, you will never write ‘backslider’ after 
your name: Take fifteen minutes a day to listen to God talldng 
to you (meaning the study of His Word); take fifteen minutes a 
day to talk to God; take fifteen minutes each day to talk to others 
about God.” 

Billy Sunday was deeply impressed and determined to make 
these the rules of his life. From that day he made it a rule to 
spend the first moments of each day alone with God and His 
Word. Before he read a letter, looked at a paper, or even 
read a telegram, he went to the Bible so that the first impress 
of the day might be that which he received from God. 

Among students years ago this motto was used: 


At the gray dawn, while yet the world is sleeping. 

And the sweet matins of the birds begin. 

One who hath held me in His holy keeping 
Stands at the threshold, waiting to come in. 



Oft has He knocked to give me gentle warning; 

My heart seemed willing, but my flesh, how weak! 
Until one morning, O that blessed morning 
When my own name I heard Him speak! 

Yes, ’twos my name; no other voice could speak it 
To stir my heart and melt my very soul; 

And I arose so quickly to obey it, 

Fhing wide the door, and gave Him full control, 

O, then I feasted on divinest beauty. 

The altogether lovely, loving One, 

While blessing me, threw radiance round each duty 
That in His name should on that day be done. 

Peace fell upon me while to Him I listened; 

And in that sacred hour I talked with Christ 
As ne’er before, and we together christened 
With tears of joy, new joy, our sacred tryst. 

Can I a^ord to miss such rare communion? 

To let the health of my own soul decline? 

May Christ forbid; His grace secures the union 
While 1 am truly His, as He is mine. 

— Selected. 

October 18 

“I delight to do thy will, O my God:...” (Psalm 40:8.) 

H WELL-KNOWN doctor, when dying, said, “I have 
found happiness since I lost my own will.” True happi- 
ness is found in doing God’s will. Every true blessing 
depends on obedience to that will. The One whose de- 
light it was on earth to do God’s will enjoined His 
disciples to pray on this wise, “Thy will be done on earth as it 
is in heaven.” Thus the doctor was right; when the will is sur- 
rendered to God and His Word obeyed, blessing results. 

— L. O. L. 

Machines work best under restraint. Unbridled power is de- 
structive. Character is controlled by the same law. We are most 
free and most useful when we work within the will of Another — 
the will of God. 

“We are limited until we lose ourselves in His limitless power.” 

“Make me a captive. Lord, 

And then I shall be free; 

Force me to render up my sword. 

And 1 shall conqueror be. 



I sink in lifers alarms 
When hy myself I stand. 

Imprison me within Thy arms 
And strong shall he my hand. 

*‘My heart is weak and poor, 

Until it master find: 

It has no spring of action sure — • 

It varies with the wind: 

It cannot freely move 
Till Thou hast wrought its chain; 
Enslave it with Thy matchless love. 
And deathless it shall reign." 

October 19 

*‘Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; 
...So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy 
Lord; and worship thou him." (Psalm 45:10, 11.) 

H LADY of rank is not dependent upon her dress or her 
equipage for her position. It is the lack of real greatness 
that makes the society butterfly eager to attract atten- 
tion by her gaudy display. ‘There is no creature so 
diminutive in its real proportions, when really reduced 
to its actual dimensions, as the dude and the daughter of fashion.’ ” 


Let women paint their eyes with tints of chastity, insert into 
their ears the Word of God, tie the yoke of Christ around their 
necks and adorn their whole person with the silk of sanctity 
and the damask of devotion; let them adopt that chaste and 
simple, that most elegant style of dress, which so advantageously 
displays the charms of real beauty, instead of those preposterous 
fashions and fantastical draperies of dress which, while they con- 
ceal some few defects of person, expose many defects of mind 
and sacrifice to ostentatioxxs finery all those mild, amiable, and 
modest virtues by which the female character is so pleasingly 
adorned. Clothe yourself with the silk of piety, the satin of 
sanctity, with the purple of modesty; so sli^ you have God 
Himself to be your suitor. 

Modesty is the charm of true womanhood. What is loud and 
bold and risky is degrading and will be prayerfully and studiously 
avoided by those who have the fear of God before their eyes. 

Our outward adorning should be, and is, a reflection of the 
Spirit — “the hidden man of the heart.” Where the mind is light 



and vain, the dress will reveal it by being showy and foolish. 
A Christian’s dress will never attract attention to the wearer. It 
will be suitable and becoming to the station in life and will 
indicate that within there is “a meek and quiet spirit, wMch is 
in the sight of God, of great price.” 

— George Goodman. 

October 20 

“If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit.” 

(Gal. 5: 25.) 

WO friends were cycling through Worehestershire and 
Warwickshire to Birmingham. When they arrived in 
Birmingham I asked them, among other things, if they 
had seen Warwick Prison along the road. “No,” they 
said, “we hadn’t a glunpse of it!” “But it is only a 
field’s length from the road!” “Well, we never saw it!” Ah, but 
these two friends were lovers! They were so absorbed in each 
other that they had no spare attention for Warwick Prison! 

“Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfill the lusts of the 
flesh.” That great companionship will make us negligent of 
carnal allurements. The woi-ld, the flesh, and the devil may stand 
by the wayside and hold their glittering wares before us, but we 
shall scarcely be aware of their presence. 

This is the only real and effective way to meet temptation. 
We must meet it with an occupied heart. We must have no loose 
and trailing affections. We must have no vagrant, wayward 
thoughts. Temptation must find us engaged with our Lover. We 
must “offer no occasion to the flesh.” Walking with the Holy 
One our souls are clean above the meanesses and the vulgarities 
which are pregnant with destruction. Our safety is in our eleva- 
tion. “Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I 
deliver him: I will set him on high because he hath known, 
my name.” 

— Dr. J. H. Jowett. 

There’s a secret God has whispered 
To His hidden ones alone; 

’Tis a secret, sweeter, stranger. 

Than thy heart has thought or known. 

Holy secret, how it cleanses 
All the heart from self and sin; 

Crowding out the power of evil. 

By the life of Christ within. 

— Dr. A. B. Simpson. 



October 21 

"Blessed is that servant, whom his lord when he cometh shall 
find so doing.” (Matt. 24: 46.) 

STORY is related, which has to do with the Second Com- 
ing of our blessed Lord and the general dissemination of 
this precious truth. At last it reached the colored people 
in the south as they worked in the cotton fields. Said one 
of the old colored brethren, “Whaifs de use of vs pickin’ 
cotton if de Lawd is cornin’ hack?” And scores of others agreed. The 
cotton pickers stopped their work and the cotton wasted in tlie fields. 
Everybody was busy attending conferences and camp-meetings, 
singing the praises of God, and looking for His return. 

The following winter was one of great need and privation, be- 
cause their crops had been so woefxolly neglected. 

Then one of their number, an evangelist, began preaching on this 
text: "Blessed is that servant, whom his lord when he cometh shall 
find so doing.” Before long the colored people were once again till- 
ing their ground and picking cotton in &e rows. 

"Work, for the night is coming. Work thro’ the morning hours; 
Work, while the dew is sparkling. Work ’mid springing fiow’rs 
Work when the day grows brighter. Work in the glowing sun; 
Work, for the night is coming, When man’s work is done. 

"Work, for the night is coming. Work thro’ the sunny noon; 

Fill brightest hours with labor. Rest comes sure and soon. 

Give ev’ry flying minute Something to keep in store; 

Work, for the night is coming. When man works no more.” 


"When He calls me, I will answer; 

I’ll be somewhere working when He comes!” 

October 22 

"Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my 
heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and 
my redeemer.” (Psahn 19:14.) 

IHERE is no one thing that love so much needs as _a 
I sweet voice to tell what it means and feels; and it is 
I hard to get and keep it in the right tone. One must 
J start in youth and be on the watch night and day, at 
work and play, to get and keep a voice that shall speak 
at all times the thoughts of a kind heart. A kind voice is like a 
lark’s song to a hearth and home. It is to the heart what light 



is to the eye. It is a light that sings as well as shines. Train 
it to sweet tones now, and it will keep in tune through life. 


1 want to know the language Jesus spoke^ 

Pure words, uncritical and ever kind; 

At Jesus’ voice the sleeping dead awoke, 

The sick were healed, and sight came to 
the blind. 

rd rather know the language of my King, 

Than perfectly to speak my native tongue, 

Td rather, by my words, glad tidings bring. 

Than win applause and fame on fields 

Oh, Master, let me daily with Thee walk, 

The secret of Thy words to me confide; 

Then let the world be conscious when 1 talk 
That I received instruction at 
Thy side. 

— Author Unknown. 

“And all hare him witness, and wondered at the gracious 
words which proceeded out of his mouth....” (Luke 4:22.) 

October 23 

“‘Love covereth . . .” (Prov. 10: 12.) 

WE have not been able to discover the good thing in 
our brother fellow servant; if our eye has detected only 
crooked thing; if we have not succeeded in finding 
gS the vital spark amid the ashes, the precious gem among 
the surromding rubbish; if we have seen only what 
was of one’s nature, then let us with a loving and delicate hand 
draw the curtain of silence around our brother or speak of him 
only at the throne of grace. — C. H. M. 

“Let us all resolve: first, to attain the grace of silence; second, 
to deem all fa\ilt~finding that does no good; third, to practice Ihe 
grace and virtue of praise.” — Harriet Beecher Stowe. 

You said your say: 

Mine answer was my deed. 

— Tennyson. 


If I knew you and you knew me — 

If both of us could clearly see, 

And with an inner sight divine 
The meaning of your heart and mine, 

Fm sure that we would differ less 
And clasp our hands in friendliness; 

Our thoughts would pleasantly agree 
If I knew you and you knew me. 

If I knew you and you knew me. 

As each one knows his own self, we 
Could look each other in the face 
And see therein a truer grace. 

Life has so many hidden woes. 

So many thorns for every rose; 

The "why” of things our hearts would see. 
If I knew you, and you knew me. 

— Nixon Waterman. 

October 24 

"AtuJ to love him... is much more than all. . .sacrifices.” 

(Mark 12:33, R.V.) 

EOPLE talk of the sacrifice I have made in spending 
iso much of my life in Africa. Can that which is simply 
a paid back as a small part of a great debt we owe to our 
iGod be called a sacrifice? Is that a sacrifice which 
brings its own best reward in healthful activity, the con- 
sciousness of doing good, peace of mind, and a bright hope of a 
glorious destiny hereafter? 

“Away with the word in such a view and with such a thought! 
It is emphatically no sacrifice. Say, rather, it is a privilege. 
Anxiety, sickness, suffering, or danger, now and then, with a fore- 
going of the common conveniences and charities of this life, may 
make us pause, and cause the spirit to waver and the soul to 
sink, but let this be only for a moment. 

“All these are nothing when compared with the glory which 
shall hereafter be revealed in and for us. I never made a sacrifice. 
Of this we ought not to talk when we remember the great sacri- 
fice which was made by Him who left His Father’s throne on high 
to give Himself to us.” 





The above words were found in Dr. Livingstone’s diary under 
date of the day Stanley left him after failing to persuade him to 
take the only possible opportunity of returning home. 

David Livingstone when but twenty-three years of age was 
exploring the Dark Continent. 

October 25 

“...Called to belong to Jesus Christ/* (Rom. 1:6, Weymouth.) 

■BHERE must be a full and complete surrender of our- 
I selves to God before there can be full blessedness. On 
I Advent Sunday, December, 1873, I utterly yielded my- 
I self and my all to Him and utterly trusted Him to accept 
and keep me. — Frances Ridley Havergal. 

God registers dates. The recording angel watches from on high. 

Vm yielded. Lord — 

Take Thou my heart, and reign therein 
To keep it pure 
And free from sin. 

Vm yielded, Lord — 

Oh, take my life and live through me, 
That those who look. 

Thy life may see. 

Vm yielded. Lord — 

Take Thou my will — blend it with Thine, 
Thy perfect will 
Henceforth is mine. 

Vm yielded. Lord — 

Then take my lips, my hands, my feet, 
And make them for 
Thy service meet. 

Vm yielded. Lord — 

That I am not my own I clearly see; 
And when Thou called’st 
I did yield to Thee. 



Now take my all — my Lord, I all resign; 

What claim have I on that which is not 

On that which Thou has bought? ■’Tis 
Thine alone. 

Called to BELONG to Thee, I’d be Thine 

— Mary E. Thomson. 

Dr. Jowett prayed: “Lord, may there be no gaps in my conse” 

cration. May my life be all of one piece May sin make no 


October 26 

“Give therefore thy servant an understanding heart. . .that 

I may discern between good and bad:. . (1 Kings 3: 9.) 

EAR the testimony of John Wesley’s mother: “Would 
you judge of the lawfulness or unlawfulness of pleasure? 
Take this rule: Whatever weakens your reason, impairs 
the tendei’ness of your conscience, obscures your sense 
of God, or takes off the relish of spiritual things; in 
short, whatever increases the strength and authority of your body 
over your mind, that thing is sin to you, however innocent it may 
be in itself.” 

The North American Indians have a saying among themselves 
which they use concerning a person who is keen of discernment 
and quick to detect secret dangers — “He hears a cataract.” 

Guard your intuition or discernment as a gift from God. 

“And shall make him of quick rmderstanding [keen of scent 
or smell, (Hebrew)] in the fear of the Lord; ...” (Isa. 11:3.) 

October 27 

**... Gentleness,..."* (Gal. 5:22.) 

^ g^^ gNE day at an auction a man bought a cheap earthenware 
i 1 ^ pennies. He put into the vase a rich per™ 

li pCT J fume — the attar of roses. For a long time the vase held 
this perfume, and when it was empty it had been so 
permeated with the sweet perfume that the fragrance 
lingered. One day the vase fell and was broken to pieces, but 
every fragment still smelled of the attar of roses. 

We are all common clay — ^plain earthenware — but if the love of 



Christ is kept in our hearts it will sweeten all our lives, and we 
shall become as loving as He. That is the way the beloved disciple 
learned the lesson and became so devoted. He leaned on Christ’s 
breast, and Christ’s gentleness filled all His life. 

As John upon his dear Lord’s breast. 

So would I lean, so would I rest; 

As empty shell in depths of sea, 

So would I sink, be filled with Thee. 

Like singing bird iu high blue air. 

So would I soar, and sing Thee there. 

Nor rain, nor stormy wind can be. 

When all the air is full of Thee. 

And so, though daily duties crowd, 

And dust of earth be like a cloud. 

Through noise of words, O Lord, my Rest, 

Thy John would lean upon Thy breast. 

— Rose from Brier. 

October 28 

"But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteous- 
ness; and all these things shall be added unto you.” 

(Matt. 6:33.) 

worst calamity which could befall any human being 
I would be this — to have his ovm way from his cradle to 
I his grave; to have everything he liked for the asking, or 
I even for the buying; never to be forced to say; “I 
should like that, but I can’t afford it; I should like this, 
but I must not do it,” never to deny himself, never to work, and 
never to want. That man’s soul would be in as great danger as 
if he were committing great crimes. — Charles Kingsley. 

Resolve to spurn the self-centered life! 

Life is all a Pilgrim’s way — ^the way that Christian trod — 
through pain, despair, and hardship to the kingdom of his God. . .. 
So many things lie hidden to ensnare you as you go — Self-pity, 
Fear and Vanity, these things will overthrow your happy hopes, 
and all the splendid things you meant to do — and blot out of 
your sight the shining goal you had in view.... So plod along, 
good pilgrim, plod along the stony road — don’t waste your time 
in grumbling— every man must bear his load; for every misspent 
moment there will be a price to pay— for opportunities we’ve 
missed along the Pilgrim’s way. 

It matters not if we be clad in rags or finery— -Beneath the 



tatters and the gems the eye of God can see— Man looks upon 
the outward form, deceived by every art — ^But God, discerning 
motives, can look down into the heart. 

— Patience Strong. 

‘^While saints in heaven Thy glory sing, 

Let me on earth Thy likeness wear." 

October 29 

"Bi/ a new and living way,. (Heb. 10:20,) 

HERE is a beautiful story of the boyhood of Agassiz. 
The family lived in Switzerland. One day Louis and a 
younger brother were crossing a lake near their home 
and came to a crack in the ice which the smaller boy 
could not leap over. The older one then laid himself 
down across the crack, making a bridge of his body, and his 
brother climbed over him. There is always a need for human 
bridges over gaps and yawning crevices, and let no one say that 
this is asking too much, even of love. We remember that the 
Master said He was the Way, a bridge; that He laid His precious 
life across the great impassable chasm between sin and Heaven, 
that men might walk over on Him from death to life. If it was fit 
that the Master should make of Himself such a bridge, can any 
service we may be called to do in helping others be too costly, 
too humble? 

In the Mohawk valley there is a sign which reads: 

LIFE.” (Jolm 14:6.) 

“Without the Way there is no going, 

Without the Truth there is no knowing. 

Without the Life there is no living." 

God made one only way. No other road 

Leads up to the heights to that divine abode. 

God made one only way! One living way! 

Wouldst thou find Him? O wander not astray. 

Strange paths wind on, as far as eye can see. 

Christ is the only way of life for thee. 

God made one only way! Set thy feet here. 

Where His dear footprints even yet are clear. 

The Way! Yea! The beginning and the end, 

Is Christ Himself, thy Master and thy Friend. 

—Edith Hickman Divat. 


October 30 

“For toe are labourers together with God;...” (1 Cor. 3:9.) 

never gave a man a thing to do concerning which it 
I were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would 

I have done it.” You are only as the carpenter’s tools, 

and you will do no good unless the carpenter’s Son 
shall use you. 

Antonio Stradivari, bom in 1644, was the most famous of ail 
violin makers: 

"...God he praised. 

Antonio Stradivari has an eye 

That winces at false work and loves the true^ 

When my Master holds 
Twixt chin and hand a violin of mine, 

He will be glad that Stradivari lived, 

Made violins, and made them of the best. 

The masters only know whose work is good; 

They will choose mine, and while God gives men skill, 

I give them instruments to play upon, 

God choosing me to help Him." 

— George Eliot. 

May my work today be well done! May nothing be turned out 
half done. 

“I was deeply impressed by what a gardener once said to me 
concerning his work. ‘I feel sir,’ he said, ‘when I am growing the 
flowers or raising the vegetables, that I am having a share in 

“I thought it a very noble way of regarding his work.” 

Dr. Charles and Dr. William Mayo kept this motto in their 
office: "If you make even a mousetrap well, the world will wear 
a path to your doorstep.” 

October 31 

“...Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether it he 
by life, or by death." (PMl. 1:20.) 

S OME years ago at the opening of a Disarmament Con- 
ference, in the midst of a speech King George was 
making, some one tripped over the wires of the Columbia 
Broadcasting Company, tearing them loose and interrupt- 
ing the service. The chief operator quickly grasped 
the loose wires in his bare hands, holding them in contact, and 
for twenty minutes the current passed through while repairs 



were being made. His hands were slightly bvirned, but through 
them the words of the King passed on to tiie millions of listeners 
and were heard distinctly. Without his courage and endurance 
the King’s message would have failed to reach its destination. 

The King of Heaven has chosen to send His message to a lost 
world through human wires. Every faithful missionary and 
every Christian who gives his or her support is a human wire 
through which the King’s voice is reaching the lost with a message 
of peace, vastly more important than the message from London. 

For the missionary, it is often a costly business. Some men and 
women must suffer the loss of every earthly thing, stoop with 
weariness, waste away with fevers in far-off places, even die — 
but it pays to HOLD ON. Only thus can men hear the voice of 
tiae King. The Church of God needs more men who are willing 

Love through me, love of God! 

The thrill that went through the civilized world when Living- 
stone’s death and all its touching circumstances became known 
did more for Africa than he could have done had he completed 
his task and spent years in this cormtry following it up. From 
the worn-out figure kneeling at the bedside in the hut in Hala 
an electric spark seemed to fly, quickening hearts on every side. 

November 1 

“My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the 
morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look 
up” (Psalm 5: 3.) 


ORNING! The air is fresh; the birds sing at their best. 
It is a new birth of time. Sameness is relieved, abol- 
ished; this is another day. “My voice shalt thou hear 
in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct 
my prayer unto thee, and will look up.” (Psalm 5:3.) 
Surely this is the voice in melody. Mere statement would not 
suffice; it must be in music. It is the voice in song and also in 
prayer with the upward look. What a morning glory! 

But how eai’ly? Rather, how soon after awaking should praise 
and prayer begin? If there can be nothing in sleep to disturb 
God’s care of us and love for us, shall we, who are the recipients 
of His marvelous grace, allow Satan to steal the first waking 
moments and fill them with fears and murmurs and groans and 
sighs, allowing praise and prayer to be deferred until after this 
robbery? What subtlety! 

For what is sleep? If our Lord “giveth unto his beloved in 


sleep” (Psalm 127:2 R, V. marg.), then sleep is a time of special 
receiving from Him. It is the opposite to worry and struggle 
and murmur. It is the time when He carries us, as it were, in His 
safekeeping over to the very verge of eternity, and after refreshing 
us there, lo, when we awake He has brought us back to a new 
world, a new day — a fresh-born, a God-made day! Who then 
watched and cared? Why, when we were all unconscious, He 
brought us safely to this symbolized resurrection. Who? Who 
did it? Who but our Lord! And shall we allow Satan to steal 
these first waking moments at “the peep o’ day,” whether we 
awaken early or late? 

Lord, claim my every day, my every hour— and this one at “the 
peep o’ day.” 

— Dr. Henry Ostrom. 

"Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadotos. 

The solemn hush of nature newly bom; 

Alone with Thee in breathless adoration, 

In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.” 

November 2 

.Because thou hast been faithful in a very little,...” 

(Luke 19:17.) 

prepares us for the greater crusades by more com- 
monplace fidelities. Through the practice of common 
khidnesses God leads us to chivalrous taslcs. Little cour- 
tesies feed nobler reverences. No man can despise smal- 
ler duties and do the larger duties well. Our strength 
is sapped by small disobediences. Our discourtesies to one an- 
other impair our worship of God. 

And thus the only way to live is by filling every moment with 
fidelity. We are ready for anything when we have been faithful 
in everything. “Because thou hast been faithful in that which is 
least!” — that is the order in moral and spiritual progress, and that 
is the road by which we climb to the seats of the mighty. We 
carmot prepare to be good missionaries by scamping our 
present work. When every stone in life is “well and truly laid” 
we are sure of a solid, holy temple in which the Lord will de- 
light to dwell. The quality of our greatness depends upon what 
we do with “that which is least.” 

It’s just the way we carry through 
The business of the day 
That makes and molds the character-— 

The things we do and say; 



The way we act when we are vexed; 

The attitude we take; 

The sort of pleasures we enjoy; 

The kind of friends we make. 

Ifs not the big events alone 
That make us what we are; 

And not the dizzy moments when 
We’re swinging on a star. 

It’s just the things that happen as 
Along the road we plod. 

The little things determine what 
We’re really worth to God. 

— Patience Strong. 

Can the Master count on me today? 

November 3 

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down 
his life for his friends.” (John 15:13.) 

^ADHU SUNDAR SINGH passed a crowd of people put- 
|ting out a jungle fire at the foot of the Himalayas. 
I Several men, however, were standing gazing at a tree 
I the branches of which were already alight. 

“Wliat are you looking at?” he asked. They pointed 
to a nest of young bii’ds in the tree. Above it a bird was flying 
wildly to and fro in great distress. The men said, “We wish we 
could save that tree, but the fire prevents us from getting near 
to it.” 

A few minutes later the nest caught fire. The Sadhu thought 
the mother bird would fly away. But no! she flew down, spread 
her wings over the young ones, and in a few minutes was burned 
to ashes with them. 

Let us have love heated to the point of sacrifice! 

We mean a lot to Some One; 

And ’tis everything to me 

That to God His wayward children 

Were worth a Calvary. 

It’s the meaning of my Sunday, 

And to Saturday from Monday 
It is my hope that one day 
My Saviour I shall see. 

Though the day be dark and dreary, 
Here’s comfort for the weary — 

We mean a lot to Some One 
Who died for you and me. 

— Value and Other Poems. 


November 4 

“...That in all things he might have the pre-eminence.*^ 

(Col 1:18.) 

was a strange bonfire in the city of Ephesus many 
ago. Many of the new believers who had used 
IS arts brought their books together and burned 
before the eyes of all They counted the value of 
tnem and found it to be fifty thousand pieces of silver — 
so mightily had the Word of God grown and prevailed! 

It is particularly helpful to consider the cost of this Ephesian 
bonfire! Books were burned in order that their owners might be 
purged of the stain of possessing and perusing them. It is im- 
possible to pass by this event without suggesting that many books 
and periodicals of the present day ought to meet the same fate 
that overtook the wicked books of these homes in Ephesus. But 
the point to be considered here is that those who accepted the 
faith of the Saviour whom Paul preached were willing to 
sacrifice down to the minutest detail and on to the greatest cost, 
anything that would hinder them from receiving His favor and 
being used to carry on His mission. 

Have we surrendered from our souls and banished from our 
lives everything that would hinder the cause of Christ? Do we 
hate compromises? Do we detest the thought that there may be 
still impurities and inconsistencies in our character? Are we 
willing to make, if necessary, a huge bonfire of all things big 
and little that may offend the Saviour and spoil our work? 

The great surrender is different for every life. Some cherish 
one thing and some another. But if we would truly cherish 
Christ and live in His favor there must be no hidden idols, no 
imacknowledged or half-acknowledged motives which are not 

November 5 

*‘And we know that all things work together for good to 
them that love God, to them who are the called according to his 
purpose.” (Rom. 8:28.) 

WAS weaving. 

i ra “That is a strange looking carpet you are making!'' 
0 o visitor. 

P ^ “Just stoop down and look underneath,” was the reply. 

The man stooped. The plan was on the other 
and in that moment a light broke upon his mind, 

The Great Weaver is busy with His plan. Do not be impa- 
tient; suffice to know that you are part of the plan and that He 



never errs. Wait for the light of the later years and the peep at 
the other side. Hope on! 

White and blacky and hodden-gray, 

Weavers of webs are we; 

To every weaver one golden strand 
Is given in trust by the Master hand; 

Weavers of webs are we. 

And that we weave, we know not. 

Weavers of webs are we. 

The thread we see, but the pattern is known 
To the Master weaver alone, alone; 

Weavers of webs are we. 

— John Oxenham. 

Of many of the beautiful carpets made in India it may be said 
that the weaving is done to music. The designs are handed down 
from one generation to another, and the instructions for their 
making are in script that looks not unlike a sheet of music. 
Indeed, it is more than an accidental resemblance, for each carpet 
has a sort of tune of its own. The thousands of threads are 
stretched on a great wooden frame, and behind it on a long 
bench sit the workers. The master in charge reads the instruc- 
tions for each stitch in a strange chanting tone, each color having 
its own particular note. 

The story makes us think of our own life web. We are all 
weavers, and day by day we work in the threads — ^now dark, 
now bright — ^that are to go into the finished pattern. But blessed 
are they who feel sure that there is a pattern; who hear and 
trust the directing Voice, and so weave the changing threads 
to music. 

— W. J. Hart. 

November 6 

"I hate vain thoughts: but thy law do I love."* 

(Psalm 119:113.) 

iUGH T. KERR, in referring to the story that Napoleon 
g once stabled his cavalry in Cologne Cathedral, comments: 
I “But that is of little or no account in comp^ison to 
I giving hospitality to evil imaginations, profanity, vul- 
garity, and all the demons of the house of shame within 
the sacred inclosure of the temple in which the Spirit of God 
dwells.” . , . , . , . 

A young man once said to the writer with anguish in his voice, 



“My chief trouble is with my mind; if only I could control my 
thoughts!” The counsel he received was this: “Remember that it 
is impossible to think two thoughts at the same time. Run a good 
thought in, and the bad one is bound to leave. Keep practicing 
this habit, and, by God’s help, you will slowly but surely be 
‘transformed by the renewing of your mind.’ ” 

Open the door, let in the air; 

The winds are sweet, and the flowers 
are fair; 

Joy is abroad in the world today; 
if our door is wide, it may come in this 

Open the door! 

Open the door, let in the sun; 

It hath a smile for every one; 

It hath made of the raindrops gold 
and gems; 

It may change our tears to diadems. 
Open the door! 

Open the door of the soul; let in 
Strong, pure thoughts which shall 
banish sin. 

They will grow and bloom with a grace 

And their fruit shall be sweeter than 
that of the vine. 

Open the door! 

Open the door to the heart; let in 
Sympathy sweet for stranger and hin; 

It will make the halls of the heart so 

That angels may enter unaware. 

Open the door! 

— Author Unknown. 

"Let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts 

But down in darkness let them lief* 

Think truly, and thy thoughts 
Shall this world’s famine feed. 

— Bonar. 

mountain trailways for youth 

November 7 

“And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our dehtors” 

(Matt. 6:12.) 

OULD you have strength to suffer wrong in the spirit 
in which Christ did? Accustom yourself in everytWng 
that comes to you to recognize the hand and will of God. 
This lesson is of more consequence than you think. 
Whether it be some great wrong that is done you, or 
some little offence that you meet in daily life, before you &c your 
thoughts on the person who did it, first be still and remember 
God allowed this trouble to come to you to see if you would 
glorify Him in it. This trial, be it the greatest or the least, was 
sanctioned by God and was His will concerning you. Therefore 
recognize and^ submit to God’s wUl in it. Then in the rest of 
soul which this gives, you will receive wisdom to know how to 
behave in it. With your eye turned from man to God, suffering 
wrong will not be so hard as it seems. 

We are the young sons and daughters of the King and should 
exhibit that graceful tact and Christian courtesy which can 
bear and forbear. Don’t reprove and find fault, but encourage, 
bless, help! Be thou the rainbow in the storm of life. 

Have you an ancient wound? Forget the wrong — 

Out in my West a forest loud with song 
Towers high and green over a field of snow 
Over a glacier buried far below. 

— Edwin Markham. 

The strength of your conquest ever becomes your sword. 

— Emerson. 

Life is too short to nurse one’s misery. Hurry across the 
lowlands, that you may spend more time on the mountaintops. 

—■Phillips Brooks. 

November 8 

“He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for 
us all, how shall he not with him also freely give vs all 
things?” (Rom. 8:32.) 

highest life represents more, not less life than the 
er life. We speak of giving up habits and indul- 
ces, but this is a misleading form of speech. The 
Lper gives up his rags, when he^ is clad. The lame 
n gives up his crutches when he is healed. But these 
are not sacrifices. The Christian man throws away all that 
hampers his freedom as the slave surrenders his chains when he 



steps forth into liberty. Christ’s call is to the free, the abundant, 
the xxnencumbered life. — Robert Speer. 

Hast thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him, 

Is not thine a captured heart? 

Chief among ten thousands own Him, 

Joyful choose the better part. 

What has stripped the seeming beauty 
From the idols of the earth? 

Not a sense of right or duty. 

But the sight of peerless worth. 

Not the crushing of those idols. 

With its bitter void and smart; 

But the beaming of His beauty, 

The unveiling of His heart! 

’Tis that look that melted Peter, 

’Tis that Face that Stephen saw, 

’Tis that Heart that wept with Mary 
Can alone from idols draw. 

Draw and win and fill completely. 

Till the cup overflow the brim; 

What have we to do with idols 
Who have companied Him? 

— Author Unknown. 

There is no true separation from the things which Jesus calls 
us to leave, without a corresponding separation unto things which 
are incomparably better. One hardly likes to speak of it as com- 
pensation, because the “unto” is so infinitely more than the “from”; 
it is like talking of a royal friendship compensating for dropping 
a beggar’s acquaintance, or the whole of England for a brass 
farthing, or piece life for “giving up” worlchouse life! 

November 9 

“Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my 
flesh also shall rest in hope.” (Psalm 16:9.) 

IS now more than one hundred years since the eman- 
'I cipation of the slaves of the British West Indian colonies. 
I Historians tell a beautiful story of this momentous 
I event. The day set for their emancipation was the first 
day of August, The night before, many of them, it is 
said, never slept at all. Their hearts were so eager with expecta- 
tion they could not close their eyes. Thousands of them gathered 



in their places of worship for prayer and praise to God for bring- 
ing to them this freedom. Some of their brethren were sent to 
the nearby hilltops to view the first gleams of the coming dawn. 
These reported by signal to the waiting ones below when the 
dawn of the great and jubilant day was breaking. Day of eJl 
days was it to them, when they should pass from the thralldom 
of human ownership to the liberty and independence of the new 
life. Who can picture the hope that thrilled their innermost hearts 
as they watched for the dawn of that day! 

Likewise, a great emancipation day is coming for the children 
of God! The enthrallment of sin is to be forever broken; infirmi- 
ties are to give place to infinities; corruption is to be changed to 
incorruption; mortality is to clothe itself with immoiiality; feeble 
and changeable fellowship is to be transmuted into endless and., 
unbroken commxmion with our Lord; limitation and imperfection 
of service is to give way to boundlessness and perfectness of 
ministry throughout all eternity. And all this is to come with 
the coming of the Lord Jesus Christ! 

He is coming! He is on the road and traveling quickly. The 
sound of His approach should be as music to our hearts! 
Ring out, ye bells of hope! 

‘‘Faith looks back and says, 

‘Christ died for me’; 

Above, and cries, 

‘He lives for rtie^; 

Forward, and whispers, 

‘He comes for me.‘“ 

November 10 

. . Handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, 
as ye see me have." (Luke 24: 39.) 

S YOUR soul a chaos waiting for Christ’s order — an 
agony waiting for His peace — a miae waiting for Him 
to open it and discover the gold that is hidden in it? 
Let Christ stop being an idea, and become a Person to 
you this day. — Samuel M. Shoemaker. 


Where are You, God? 

I looked abroad 

And saw but desert land and drear; 

0 surely YOU could not he here! 
Upon the broad expanse of sea, 

1 sensed Your all-immensity. 


No voice I heardi 
No holy word. 

O surely in the ripened grains^ 

Or on deserted woodland lanes, 

0 surely in approaching storm 

1 would behold His mystic form. 

But, blinded, I 
Had passed Him by. 

Nor knew I that the Master wept, 

Until His formless love had crept 
"Within my heart, and broken, sore, 

1 met Him at my very door. 

— Luella Valentine Dahlstrom. 

**ln the cool of the day He walks with me. 

In the rose-bordered way He talks with me; 

In love’s holy union, and sacred communion, 

In the garden of my heart.’* 

There is no god hut God! — ^to prayer — ^lo: God is great! — Byron. 

November 11 

with God nothing shall be impossible.” (Luke 1:37.) 

up in the Alpine hollows, year by year God works 
I of His marvels. The snow patches lie there, frozen 
h ice at their edge from the strife of sunny days 
I frosty nights, and through that ice crust come, un- 
. ..thed, flowers that bloom. 

Back in the days of the bygone summer the little soldanel 
plant spread its leaves wide and flat on the ground to drink in the 
sun's rays, and it kept them stored m the root through the winter. 
Then spring came and stirred the pulses even below the snow 
shroud, and as it sprouted, warmth was given out in such strange 
measure that it thawed a little dome in the snow above its head. 

Higher and higher it grew, and always above it rose the bell 
of air till the flower bud formed safely within it; and at last 
the icy covering of the air-bell gave way and let the blossom 
through into the sunshine, the crystalline texture of its mauve 
petals sparkling like snow itself as if it bore the traces of the 
flight through which it had come. 

The fragile thing rings an echo in our hearts that none of the 
jewel-like flowers nestled in the warm turf on the slopes below 
could waken. We love to see the impossible done; and so does 


Face it out to the end, cast away every shadov/ of hope on 
the human side as an absolute hindrance to tiae Divine, heap up 
all the difficulties together recklessly and pile as many more on 
as you can find; you cannot get beyond the blessed climax of im- 
possibility. Let faith swing out to Him. He is the God of the 
impossible. — Selected, 

November 12 

"He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall 
abide under the shadow of the Almighty” (Psalm 91:1.) 

In the secret of his presence how my soul delights 
to hide! 

Oh, how precious are the lessons which I learn at 
Jesus’ side! 

Earthly cares can never vex me, neither trials lay 
me low; 

For when Satan comes to tempt me, to the secret 
place I go. 

When my soul is faint and thirsty, ’neath the shadow 
of his wing 

There is cool and pleasant shelter and a fresh and 
crystal spring; 

And my Saviour rests beside me, as we hold com- 
munion sweet: 

If I tried I could not utter what he says when thus 
we meet. 

Only this I know: I tell him all my doubts, my griefs, 
and fears. 

Oh, how patiently he listens! and my drooping soul 
he cheers. 

Do you think he ne’er reproves me? What a jalse 
friend he would be 

If he never, never told me of the sins which he must 

Would you like to know the sweetness of the secret 
of the Lord? 

Go and hide beneath his shadow; this shall then be 
your reward. 

And whene’er you leave the silence of that happy 
meeting place. 

You must mind and bear the image of the Master 
in your face. 

— Ellen Lakshmi Goreh, (An Indian Christian.) 

mountain teailways for youth 
November 13 

“...For I do always those things that please hi^ ^ 

J HE pilot of a United States revenue cutto ^as 

he knew all the rocks along the coast. He replied, in o, 
it is necessary to know only where there are no rocKs. 

Co5d SS be a more excellent answer to a soul 
troubled bv trying to decide from day to day what is 
and whaf is not conformity to Ae world? whS 

tel" ^e niTrSkf SxT/heaTJedue'S^ which Thomas 


rocks on every hand. 

Get out into the channel and stay tee! Keep off the rocks 
and reefs! ^ j u-i < 4 - 

“Satan holds out a lying promise of “^w regions, and while it 
perpetually deceives the seafarer with , ^XLs te wSch 
coveries, it continually entangles him m adventures trom wmcn 
he can never get loose.” 

"Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. Over life’s tempestuous 

Unknown waves before me roll. Hiding rocks and 
treacherous shoal; 

Chart and compass came from Thee; Jesus, Saviour, 

Vi^ot me.” 

November 14 

"...There they dwelt with the king for his work.” ^ 

1HE colored simsets and starry heavens, the beautiM 
I mountains and the shining seas, the g'J 

I painted flowers are not half so beautiful as a soul that 
p serving Jesus out of love, in the wear and tear of 
^common, unpoetic life. — Faber. 

“Does the wildflower bloom less careMly, ^re the tints 
less perfect because it rises beside the fallen tree “ ^ 

woods where manldnd never enter£ Let 
fact that we are not great, and that iiie eyes of the w 
upon us.” 



When I am tempted to repine 
That such a lowly lot is mine. 

There comes to me a voice which saith 
"Mine were the streets of Nazareth." 

So mean, so common, and confined. 

And He the Monarch of mankind! 

Yet patiently He traveleth 
Those narrow streets of Nazareth. 

But if through honor’s arch I tread 
And there forget to bend my head, 

Ah! let me hear the voice which saith, 

“Mine were the streets of Nazareth.” 

— Nettie Rooker. 

Tlie most saintly spirits are often existing in those who have 
never distinguished themselves as authors or left any memorial 
of themselves to be the theme of the world’s talk; but who have 
led an interior angelic life, having borne their sweet blossoms 
unseen like the young lily in a sequestered vale on the bank of 
a limpid stream . — Kenehn Digby. 

November 15 

“By the grace of God I am what I am:. . (1 Cor. 15:10.) 

OTHING gives such upright dignity of mien as the 
consciousness, ‘T am what I pretend to be. About me 
there is no make believe.” 

“Individuality is the only thing the individual pos- 
sesses which he could patent. There is just one of a 
kind; but one is enough. To be an echo is not to be a contri- 
bution. Elisha was not eliminated by Elijah. Be just yourself.’* 
A mastering yet unassuming personality is a rare posession. 


Be sunflower ain’t no daisy, and de melon 
ain’t no rose; 

Why is dey all so crazy, to he sumfin else 
dat grows? 

Jes* stick to de place you’s planted, and 
do de bes’ yo’ knows; 

Be de sunflower or de daisy, de melon or 
de rose. 



Don’t yo’ he what yo’ ain’t, jes’ yo’ he 
what yo’ is; 

Jf yo’ am not what yo’ are, den yo’ is not 
what yo’ is; ' 

If yo’ is jes’ a little tadpole, don’t yo’ try 
to be a frog; 

If you’s only de tail, don’t try to wag de 

Foss roun’ de oaring plate, if you can’t 
exhawt and preach. 

If you’s a little pebble, don’ try to be 
de beach; 

When a man is what he isn’t, den he isn’t 
what he is; 

And as sure as I is talkin’, he is gwine 
to get his. 

— Anon. 

God makes no duplicates- Each life is purposeful, original, 

November 16 

“And every man that hath this hope in him purifieth him- 
self, even as he is pure.” (1 John 3:3.) 

BT^S^ACK in the vast hinterland in South America lived a 
y yovmg man who had found the Lord Jesus Christ as his 

Saviour — a living, risen Christ! As he walked and talked 
jg with the Master a strong conviction came to him that 

in order to keep the close companionship of the pure 
and sinless One, he too must have a pure heart and live a cleansed 
life. But — ^he was clinging to an idol! One morning he went out 
for a stroll into the woods, determining to settle the matter once 
and forever. A woodman’s axe had felled a huge tree, and he 
found the log and sat upon it there in the wilds — alone with his 
thoughts, the Word of God, and a decision to be made. He 
took from his pocket the Bible he had never been allowed to read 
in his old days, and these words brought conviction to his heart: 
**From all your filthiness and from all your idols I will cleanse 
you.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a packet of the 
cherished evil weed, and threw it into a deep gulley. He then 
lifted his heart to God in prayer for deliverance from the habit. 
He prayed, “Oh, wash me. Lord, without, within! Make me 
clean! Come and dwell in the best room of my life! Possess me 
wholly!” And then in the forest stillness the answer came and 
assurance that God had heard, that every fetter was broken, that 



no longer he was to be a slave, but one free in Christ Jesus! The 
Holy Spirit entered the cleansed temple, and for many weeks 
and months he has been a faithful witness — one youth among a 
thousand university students! “And Jesus, looking upon him, 
loved him.” — Selected. 

Be ye clean, O youth who bear the name of the sinless Christ! 

November 17 

“And they that he wise shall shine as the brightness of the 
firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness as the 
stars for ever and ever.’* (Daniel 12:3.) 

rX'WSHO does not thrill to read the testimony of saintly James 
» M Chalmers, missionary to New Guinea, who proclaimed 
» with triumph his unalterable choice: “Recall the twenty- 
^Ig^one years, give me back all its experiences, give me 
its shipwrecks, give me its standings in the face of 
death, give me back my surroundment of savages with spears 
and clubs, give me back again the spears flying about me with 
the club knocking me to the ground — give it all back to me, and I 
will still be your missionary!” 

Someone has said, “Live heroically and die triumphantly,” This 
was literally true of Chalmers, whose consecration ever urged 
him to deeds of valor for Christ, and who is honored throughout 
eternity to wear a martyr’s crown. 

“Christ, alone, can save the world; 

But Christ cannot save the world alone.” 

A Chinese Christian, Lough Fook, was so touched by the 
condition of the coolies in Demarara that he sold himself into 
slavery in order to win them for Christ. He was the means of 
two hundred being led to Christ before he died five years 

MY RESOLVE: “I will always do a little more than just enough.” 

“March we forth in the strength of God, 

With the banner of Christ unfurled. 

That the light of the glorious Gospel of Truth 
May shine throughout the world. 

Fight we the fight with sorrow and sin. 

To set the captives free 

That the earth may be filled with the glory of God 
As the waters cover the sea.” 



November 18 

“Is not this the carpenter?” (Mark 6:3.) 

“This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased” 

(Matt. 3:17.) 

SUITS our best sense that the One who spoke of 
putting our hand to the plow, and taking the yoke upon 
us, should have made plows and yokes Himself, and 
people do not think His words less heavenly for not 
smelling of books and lamps. Let us not make the mis- 
take of those Nazarenes: that Jesus had been a carpenter was to 
them poor credentials of divinity, but it has been divine credentials 
to the poor ever since. Let us not be deceived by social ratings 
and badges of the schools. 

Carey was a cobbler, but he had a map of the world on his 
shop wall, and outdid Alexander the Great in dreaming and doing. 

"V^at thoughts were in the mind of Jesus at His workbench? 
One of them was that the kingdoms of this world should become 
the kingdoms of God — at any cost! 

— Selected. 

Yes, yes, a carpenter, same trade as mine! 

How it warms my heart as I read that line. 

I can stand the hard work, I can stand the poor pay, 

For ril see that Carpenter at no distant day. 

— Rev. Maltbie D. Babcock. 

“The Carpenter of Nazareth made common things for God.’* 

A man was making a flower box; the corners were true, for 
he was particular. Another said, “It’s just to hold dirt and does 
not need to be perfect.” The answer came, “But my spirit does.” 
“The Carpenter of Nazareth never made anything less than His 

November 19 

^‘Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are 
spiritual, restore such an one in the spirit of meekness; con- 
sidering thyself, lest thou also be tempted.” (Gal. 6:1.) 

iKEFUSE the cheapening, mildewing, spoiling power of 

I faultfinding. I refuse to dwell upon the faults of others. 

I I refuse to think of them, much less to speak of them. 
I I will constantly say when tempted to look at or speak 

of human faults, frailties, or weaknesses — ^“what would 
my life be like should I have been bom as they, environed as 
they, abused as they have been?” 

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I will seek a picture. As by a flash of divinely illuminated 
imagination, I will think of what all such would be should they 
be what the Father planned them to be. 

It shall be my high resolve NEVER to criticize! If I must speak 
of faults it shall be only after much prayer and with the motive 
of seeking to find a way for them out into larger things. 

“He knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.” 
So should we. 

— Selected. 

"Judge not the heart, thou cans’t not see. 

What looks to thy dim eyes a stain; 

In God’s pure light may be a scar, 

Brought from some well-won battlefield. 

Where thou would’st only faint and yield,” 

November 20 

..Men ought always to pray, and not to faint.” 

(Luke 18:1.) 

IT hypocritical to pray when we don’t feel like it? 

Perhaps there is no more subtle hindrance to prayer 
than that of our moods. Nearly everybody has to meet 
that difficulty at times. Even God’s prophets were not 
wholly free from it. Habakkuk felt as if he were facing 
a blank wall for a long time. What shall we do when moods like 
this come to lis? Wait until we do feel like praying? It is easy 
to persuade ourselves that it is hypocrisy to pray when we do 
not feel like it; but we don’t argue that way about other things 
in life. If you were in a room that had been tightly closed for 
some time you would, sooner or later, begin to feel very miser- 
able — so miserable, perhaps, that you would not want to make 
the effort to open the windows, especially if they were difficult 
to open. But your weakness and listlessness would be proof 
that you were beginning to need fresh air very desperately— 
that you would soon be ill without it. 

If the soul perseveres in a life of prayer, there will come a 
time when these seasons of dryness will pass away and the soul 
■will be led out, as Daniel says, “info a large place” (margin, 
“into a moist place.”) Let nothing discourage you. If the soil 
is diy, keep cultivating it. It is said that in a dry time the harrow- 
ing of the corn is equal to a shower of rain. 

When we are listless about prayer is the ver’y time when aoe 
need most to pray! The only way we can overcome listlessness 
in anything is to put more of ourselves, not less, into the task. 
To pray when you do not feel like praying is not hypocrisy— 
it is faithfuhiess to the greatest duty of life. Jtrst tell the Father 



that you don’t feel like it — ask Him to show you what is making 
you listless. He will help you to overcome your moods, and 
give you courage to persevere in spite of them. 

“When you cannot pray as you would, pray as you can/* 

If I feel myself disinclined to pray, then is the time when I 
need to pray more than ever. Possibly when the soul leaps and 
exults in communion with God it might more safely refrain from 
prayer than at those seasons when it drags heavily in devotion. 

— Charles H. Spurgeon, 

November 21 

*‘...ln the selfsame day, as God had said unto him.” 

(Gen. 17:23.) 

|^||“'gWNSTANT obedience is the only kind of obedience there 
is; delayed obedience is disobedience. Every time God 
wh ^ offering to make a covenant 

with us; doing the duty is our part, and He will do His 
part in special blessing. 

The only way we can obey is to obey “in the selfsame day,” 
as Abraham did. To be sure, we often postpone a duty and then 
later on do it as fully as we can. It is better to do this than 
not to do it at all. But it is then, at the best, only a crippled, 
disfigured, halfway sort of duty-doing; and a postponed duty 
never can bring the full blessing that God intended, and that if 
would have brought if done at the earliest possible moment. 

It is a pity to rob ourselves, along with robbing God and 
others, by procrastination. “In the selfsame day” is the Gene- 
sis way of saying, “Do it now.” 

— Messages for the Morning Watch. 

“Keep your obedience at the extreme verge of your illumination!” 

November 22 

“I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not 
I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in 
the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, 
and gave himself for me.” (Gal. 2:20.) 

I stood alone at the bar of God, 

In the hush of the twilight dim, 

, And faced the question that pierced my heart: 



What will you do with Him? 

Crowned or crucified? Which shall it be? 

No other choice was offered to me, 

I looked on the face so marred with tears^ 

That were shed in His agony. 

The look in His kind eyes broke my heart— 

'Twas full of love for me, 

“The crown or the cross,” it seemed to say; 

“For or against Me — choose thou today.” 

He held out His loving hands to me. 

While He pleadingly said, “Obey; 

Make Me thy choice, for I love thee so,” 

And I could not say Him nay. 

Crowned, not crucified, thus it miist be; 

No other way was open to me. 

I knelt in tears at the feet of Christ, 

In the hush of the twilight dim. 

And all that I was, or hoped, or sought. 

Surrendered unto Him. 

Crowned, not crucified; my heart shall know 
No king, hut Christ who loveth me so. 

— Selected. 

There are some who would have Christ cheap. They would 
have Him without His cross. But the price will not come down! 

— ^Samuel Rutherford. 

November 23 

“...This one thing I do,...” (Phil. 3:13.) 

IHE rivers of life cannot often be both deep and wide, 
I Quantity and quality limit each other. Excellence de- 
I mands concentration. Edison was a wizard at elec- 
I tricity but had no time for Greek and Hebrew roots. 
When Victoria Booth Demarest began to preach and 
could no longer concentrate laboriously upon the piano, she felt 
the old technique slipping away. She sacrificed her music to her 
preaching. “Art,” writes Michael Angelo, “is a jealous mistress; 
she demands the whole man.” We prune vines and trees to pro- 
duce better fruit; we sacrifice quantity for quality. Nowhere is 
that truer than in Christian ■ experience. The living water must 
run in a narrow channel. For large and luscious fruits of the 
Spirit the life must be pruned, “He purgeth it, that it may bring 
forth more fruit." This one thing I do! We cannot have all of 



Christ and all of the world. We cannot have all of Christ and 
some of the world. Choice Christians are not Christians plus 
something else! To scale the heights, we must lay aside every 
weight; we must possess “heavenly perspective,” embrace one 
objective, do but one thing, have but one passion! 

Said Count Zinzendorf, “I have but one passion; it is HE.” 

November 24 

“And they came to the place which God had told him 
of;...” (Gen. 22:9.) 

“Up, up the hill, to the whiter-tkan-snow shine, 

Help me to climb, and dwell in pardon’s light. 

I must he pure as Thou, or ever less 
Than Thy design of me — therefore incline 
My heart to take men’s wrongs as Thou iak’st 

- Have you come to the place God told you of? Have you gone 
through the sacrifice of death? Are you willing to make the 
moral decision that the thing die out in you which never was 
in Jesus? 

Are you up to that whiter-than-snow shine, up to that place 
that is as strong and firm as the Throne of God? Do not say, 
“That pure, white, holy life is never for me!" Let God lift you; 
let Him take the shrouds away; let Him lift up — ^up to the hill — 
to the whiter-than-snow shine. And when you get to the top 
what do you find? A great, strong tableland, where your feet are 
on a rock, yoxir steps enlarged under you, your goings established. 

— Oswald Chambers. 

Jesus offers you “life more abxmdantly.” Grasp the offer! 
Quit the boggy and dark low ground, and let Him lead you up 
higher! — Mountain Tops With Jesus 

Take the Supreme Climb! 

“Jesus lead me up the mountain, 

Where the whitest robes are seen, 

Where the saints can see the fountain. 

Where the pure are keeping clean. 

“Higher up, where light increases, 

Rich above all earthly good. 

Where the life of sinning ceases, 

Where the Spirit comes in floods. 

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“Lead me higher^ nothing dreading, 

In the race to never stop; 

In thy footsteps keep me treading, 

Give me grace to reach the top.” 

Courage, my soul, and let us journey onl 

November 25 

. . To the uttermost . . (Heb. 7: 25.) 

H DHN B. GOUGH, the world’s greatest temperance lec- 
turer, was given a text by his godly mother, which in- 
deed became like a buried treasure, for it lay hidden 
within his heart for seven long years of dissipation. 
It was: 

“He is able to save them to the uttermost 
that come unto God by Him." 

His sins rose mountain-high before him; they seemed indelible; 
the past could not be undone! But he met Jesus Christ and found 
that His blood availed for even him. “I have suffered,” he cried, 
“and come out of the fire scoi-ched and scathed with the marks 
upon my pex’son and with the memory of it bxirnt right into my 
soul.” He likened his life to a snowdrift that had been badly 
stained; no power on earth could restore its former whiteness and 
purity. “The scars remain! The scars remain!” he used to say 
with bitter self-reproaches. 

Giant Yesterday pointed to the black, black past derisively, 
held it a threat over the poor penitent’s bowed and contrite 
head, told in tones that sounded like thunder-claps that &ere 
was no escape. 

“Wounds of the soul, though healed, will ache; 

The reddening scars remain 
And make confession. 

Lost innocence returns no more. 

We are not what we %oere 
Before transgression!" 

Forty-four years have passed away since he had that grim 
struggle with sin. Gough is again in America, addressing a vast 
audience of young men in Philadelphia. 

“Young men,” he cries, perhaps with a bitter memory of those 
seven indelible years — “Young men, keep your record clean!” 
He pauses — a longer pause than usual, and the audience wonders. 
But he regains his voice. 


“Young men ” he repeats, more feebly this time, “keep your 
record clean!” Another pause—longer than the previous one. But 
again he ^ds the power of speech. 

“Young men,” he cries the third time, but in a thin, wavering 
voice, “Young men, keep your record clean!” 

He falls heavily on the platform. Devout men carry him to 
his burial and make lamentation over him. His race is finished, 
his voyage completed, his battle won. The promise has been 
literally and triumphantly fulfilled. The grace that saved him 
has kept him to the very last inch, of the very last yard, of the 
very last mile; to the very last minute, of the very last hour, 
of the very last day! For “He is able to save them to th® 
uttermost that come unto God by Him!” 

— Selected. 

November 26 

"...Ye ought to be quiet,...” (Acts 19:36.) 

^^pW|N ALL the departments of life it is the quiet forces 
that effect most. The sunbeams fall all day long, si- 
lently, unheard by human ear; yet there is in them a 
wondrous ener^ and a great power for blessing and 
good. Gravitation is a silent force, with no rattle of 
machinery, no noise of engines, no clanking of chains, and yet 
it holds all the stars and worlds in their orbits and swings them 
through space with unvarying precision. The dew falls silently 
at night when men sleep, yet it touches every plant and leaf 
and flower with a new life and beauty. It is in the lightning, 
not in the thunderpeal, that the electric energy resides. Thus 
even in nature, strength lies in quietness, and the mightiest en- 
ergies move noiselessly.” — Dr. J. R. Miller. 

Nature’s greatest miracles are wrought in silence. The wheels 
of the universe do not creak. Confusion and noise are man-made. 
In a j^gling age such as this there must daily be found a place 
of solitude if we are to keep our sanity. The admonition of 
Christ, "Enter into thy closet and shut thy door,” was faithfully 
followed in His own life. If the quiet hour was such a necessity 
in Christ’s life, how much more so in our own! 

Lord, I have shut my door; 

Shut out life’s busy cares and fretting notse^ 

Here, in this silence, they intrude no more; 

Speak Thou, and heavenly joys 

Shall fill my heart with music sweet and calm, 

A holy Psalm. 



Yes, I have shut my door 

On deathly passions, all its yearning love. 

Its tender friendships, all the priceless store 

Of human ties. Above 

All these my heart aspires. O Heart Divine, 

Stoop Thou to mine. 

Lord, I have shut my door! 

Come Thou and visit me. I am alone! 

Come as when doors were shut Thou cam’st of yore, 
And visited Thine own! 

My Lord, I kneel with reverent love and fear 
For Thou art here! 

— Selected. 

The Master always kept a space of silence around His soul; 
that inner serenity which is, perhaps, one of the most important 
things a busy life can possess. 

November 27 

From henceforth let no man trouble me: for I bear in my 
body the marks of the Lord Jesus." (Gal. 6:17.) 

CURING the last century it was the custom at Scottish 
I universities that the recipient of an honorai’y degree was 
I fair sport for the students and must run the gauntlet of 
I their raucous remarks. The students sat in the balcony, 
calling out what they pleased. “Is the candidate for honors 
who is to become doctor of laws a miner?” No gift of the uni- 
versity could silence the greeting, “Hi, old miner!” 

On one occasion David Livingstone was chosen to receive a 
degree. Many wondered what the students would do. But as he 
stood there, one arm hanging at his side, his shoulder torn by 
a lion in the forest of Africa, his skin like leather, the students 
arose of one accord and stood in absolute silence. 

What nobler decoration of honor can any godly man seek 
than his scars of service, his losses for the crown, his reproaches 
for Christ’s sake, his being worn out in his Master’s service! 

Of an old hero the minstrel sang — 

“With his Yemen sword for aid} 
Ornament it carried none. 

But the notches on the blade." 


November 28 

“And Terah took Abram his son... to go into the land of 
Canaan: and they came unto Haran, and dwelt there.” 

(Gen. 11:31.) 

AEAN was reached.... There they halted, and there 
they stayed until Terah died — Probably for as many 
as fifteen years Abraham’s obedience stayed; and for 
that period there were no further commands, no addi- 
tional promises, no hallowed commimings between God 
and His child. It becomes us to be very careful as to whom we 
take with us on our pilgrimage. We may make a fair start from 
our Ur; but if we take Terah with us, we shall not go far. Take 
care, young pilgrim to Eternity, to whom you mate yourself 
in the marriage bond! Beware, man of business, lest you find 
your Terah in the man with whom you are entering into partner- 
ship! Let us all beware of that fatal spirit of compromise, which 
tempts us to tarry where loved ones bid us to stay. “Do not go 
to extremes,” they cry; “we are willing to accompany you on your 
pilgrimage if you go only as far as Haran! Why think of going 
farther on a fool’s errand — and whither you do not Icnow?” 
Ah! this is hard to bear, harder far than outward opposition. 
Weakness and infirmity appeal to our feelings against our better 
judgment. The plains of Capua do for warriors what the arms 
of Home failed to accomplish. And, tempted by the bewitching 
allurements which hold out to us their siren attractions, we 
imitate the sailors of Ulysses and vow we will go no farther in 
quest of our distant goad. — F. B. Meyer. 

**Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers:...” 

(2 Cor. 6: 14.) 

November 29 

“...Even as Christ forgave you, so also do ye.” (Col. 3:13.) 

SOW beautiful, and yet how rare, is forgiveness! Christ 
1 taught His disciples to forgive their enemies, and He is 
lour great example. He said amid the agonies of the 
I crucifixion, “Father, forgive them!” 

A custom away out in the African bush which has no 
equivalent in this part of the world is "Forgiveness Week.” Fixed 
in the dry season, when the weather itself is smiling, this is a 
week when every man and woman pledges himself or herself to 
forgive any neighbor any wrong, real or fancied, that may be a 
cause for misunderstanding, coldness, or quarrel between the 


A deaf mute, being asked, “What is forgiveness?” took a pencE 
and wrote, “It is the odor which a flower yields when trampled 
upon,” and the Persian poet, Sadi, has given us these lines: 

“The sandal tree ‘perfumes, when riven. 

The ax that laid it low; 

Let man, who hopes to be forgiven. 

Forgive and bless his foe.” 

November 30 

“A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump.” (Gal. 5:9.) 

there was an abbot who desired the use of a piece 
I M^g^of ground that lay conveniently near his own, but the 
I J owner refused to sell. After much persuasion he was con- 
tent to lease it. The abbot covenanted only to farm it for 
oue crop. Now his bargain sealed, he planted his field 
with acorns — a crop that lasted not one year, but three hundred! 

So Satan seeks to get possession of our souls by asking us to 
permit some small sin to enter, some one wrong that seems of no 
great account. But when once he has entered and planted the 
seeds and beginnings of evil, he holds his ground, and sins and 
evils amazingly multiply. 

The dangerous thing about a little sin is that it won’t stay little. 

Each sin has its door of entrance. 

Keep — that — door — closed! 

Bolt it tight! 

Just outside, the wild beast crouches 

In the night. 

Pin the bolt with a prayer, 

God will fix it there. 

— Bees in Amber. 

December 1 

teach us to number our days, that we may apply o'Ur 
hearts unto wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12.) 

Rolls Onward into Day,” and when the shadows 
:e in again at the evening time, this day will have 
I away forever into the past. Each hour is given 
live but once. Minutes can trickle through my 
carelessly, unused, and be lost.^ This day is en- 
trusted to me but once. Shall I spend my portion of time care- 
fully, or waste it, or lose it through careless fingers? 



Frances Willard, when a student in Northwestern College for 
women, wrote in her journal: “Dr. Foster closed the Bible 
after his discourse at the university chapel yesterday, with these 
words: ‘Brothers, with most men life is a failure.’ The words 
impressed me deeply; there is sorrow in the thought; tears and 
agony are wrapped up in it. ‘Oh, Thou who rulest above, help 
me that my life may be valuable — that some human being shall 
yet thank Thee that I have lived and toiled!’” 

If I had a dozen lives to live I might afford to waste one of 
them, but I have only one life to invest or lose. 

“Only one life, ’twill soon be past 
Only what’s done for Christ will last.” 

Let us with faith consecrate ourselves as liv- 
ing sacrifices. 

With vision to look beyond the stars, 

With love for his Kingdom to suffer with Him 
on the Cross, 

With courage to reach the millions. 

With hope we expect greater things for Christ, 

With joy we dare to attempt great things in 
the uncharted voyage of God. 

— Newton H. Chiang. 

December 2 

“Give, and it shall be given unto you;. . .For with the 
same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to 
you again.” (Luke 6:38.) 

heathen have a fable of a selfish chief who dug a 
well and posted a law that none should drink of it but 
family. The well, however, failed to have any 
water. At length he appealed to the oracle, and the 
oracle told him that it would be dry until he shared it 
with the people. Even then he contrived to hold on to his selfish- 
ness, but in another form, by announcing that the people could 
have it aU night, but he should have it all day. The following 
day the water failed to come until the sun went down, and then 
as the multitudes gathered around with their empty vessels, lo! 
the gurgling waters came bursting from the springs beneath and 
filled the well to the^ brim. They drank and filled their vessels 
and went away rejoicing. But when the morning came the waters 
disappeared again until the selfish monster learned the truth that 
we gain by giving and live by loving. 



“Give, though thy gifts he small, still be a giver; 
Out of the little founts proceeds the river; 

Out of the river’s gifts gulfs soon will he 
Pouring their waters out, making a sea. 

Out of the sea again Heaven draws its showers. 
And to the fount imparts all its new powers. 
Thus in the circle bom, gifts roll around. 

And iu the blessings given, blessing is found.” 

December 3 

“O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowl- 
edge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his 
ways past finding out!” (Rom. 11:33.) 

Dear Lord, as they who from the mountain crest 
See in exultant sweep from east to west, 

So would we turn from every lesser height 
That with Thy vision we may see aright. 

-A. W. C. 


K D turner, the artist, a lady remarked, “Mr. Turner, 
I cannot see in nature what you put into your pictures.’* 
“Don’t you wish you could, madam?” was the artist’s 
reply. And when the skeptic sneeringly says of one 
transported by the raptures of Christian faith and hope 
and love, “I can’t see any joy in Christianity,” the fitting reply 
is, “Don’t you wish you could?” Love gives one eagle eyes to 
pierce heights and depths unscanned by those of sluggish heart; 
but those who love Him best are the very ones who cry, “The 
half was never told,” of the unsearchable riches of Christ. 

Our God is a God of tender, compassionate, unchangeable, and 
limitless love. And the God of limitless love is worthy of limit- 
less trust. 

“Could we with ink the ocean fill, 

And were the skies of parchment made; 

Were ev’ry stalk on earth a quill. 

And ev’ry man a scribe by trade; 

To write the love of God above 
Would drain the ocean dry. 

Nor could the scroll contain the whole 
Though stretched from sky to sky.” 

The scarred hand, the thom-pierced brow, the tear-marred 
lace — ^these are the marks of love which passeth knowledge. 


December 4 

", . . Thy love to me was wonderful, . . (2 Samuel 1: 26.) 

IT too much to hope that when we see our blessed 
I Lord in the glory, when the trials and the toils and the 
1 sacx'ifices are all at an end — ^is it too much to desire that 
I He should say something like this to us: “Thy love to 
^ me was wonderful”? I tell you it will make the toils of 
the road and all the renunciations and willing sacrifices of life 
seem as nothing to have some such words of commendation from 
the lips of our Saviour and to hear him say to the one who has 
sought to be faithful at all cost: “Well done! You were never 
popular on earth, and nobody knew much about you. The life 
you lived to My glory in the uninspiring sphere of duty seemed 
to be wasted and its sacrifice to be worthless by those who knew 
it; hut your love to Me was wonderful! Men said you made mis- 
takes and were narrow-minded and did not catch the spirit of 
the age. Men thought you were a fanatic and a fool and called 
you so. Men crucified you as they crucified Me, but your love 
to Me was wonderful!” 

"Saviour, Thy dying love Thou gavest me. 
Nor should I aught withhold, 

Dear Lord, from Thee: 

In love my soul would how, 

My heart fulfill its vow, 

Some offering bring Thee now, 
Something for Thee” 

I love Him because He first loved me! 

December 5 

"Thou hast made known to me the ways of life. . . 

(Acts 2:28.) 

ffl 3ELIEVE_the Bible to be the inspired Word of God — 
inspired in a sense utterly different from tliat of any 
mere h-uman book. 

I believe Jesus Christ to be tlie Son of God, without 
human father, conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the 
Virgin Mary. I believe that all men, without exception, are by 
nature sinners, alienated from God and thus utterly lost in sin. 
The Son of God Himself came down to earth, and by shedding 
His blood upon the Cross, paid the infinite penalty of the guilt 
of the whole world. I believe he who thus receives Jesus Christ 
as his Saviour is bom again spiritually as definitely as in his 



first birth, and so bom spiritually has new privileges, appetites, 
and affections, and is a completely changed being. I believe no man 
can save himself by good works, or what is commonly known as 
a “moral life.” Such works, being but the necessary fmit and 
evidence of the faith within, come after salvation. 

“Satan I believe to be the cause of man’s fall and sin and 
rebellion against God as rightful Governor. Satan is the prince 
of all the kingdoms of this world, yet wiU in the end be cast into 
the pit and made harmless. Christ will come again in glory to 
earth to reign, even as He went away from earth, and I look 
for His return day by day. I believe the Bible to be God’s Word, 
because as I use it as spiritual food I discover in my own life, 
as well as in the lives of those who likewise use it, a transforma- 
tion, correcting evil tendencies, purifying affections, giving pure 
desires, and teaching that concerning the righteousness of God 
which those who do not so use it cannot know anything about. 
It is really food for the spirit as bread is for the body. 

“Perhaps one of my strongest reasons for believing the Bible 
is that it reveals to me, as no other book in the world could do, 
that which appeals to me as a physician, a diagnosis of my spirit- 
ual condition. It shows me clearly what I am by nature — one lost 
in sin and alienated from the life that is in God. I find it a con- 
sistent and wonderful revelation of the character of God, a God 
far removed from any of the natural imaginings. 

“It also reveals a tenderness and a nearness of God in Christ 
which satisfies the heart’s longings and shows me that the infinite 
God, Creator of the world, took our very nature upon Him that 
He might in infinite love be one with His people to redeem them. 
I believe in it because it reveals a religion adapted to all classes 
and races, and it is intellectual suicide, knowing it, not to be- 
lieve it.” 

— Dr. Howard A. Kelly. 

December 6 

"Aftd they shall be mine, saith the Lord of hosts, in that 
day when I make up my jewels; . . .” (Mai. 3: 17.) 

scars are oraaments. I do not know a more splen- 
ivord in all the supremely splendid epistles of Paul 
‘I hear about in my body the marks of the Lord 
s.’ ‘Do you see this,’ he said; ‘I was stoned there’; 
ana then he would pull up his sleeve and say, ‘Do you 
see that? It is the mark of the scourge. If you could only see my 
back! I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus.’ He ex- 
hibited them as some men parade their degrees. His scars were 
his crown.” 


A youthful Mexican convert who had escaped the bondage of a 
false religion was listening to a missionary as she told of her visit 
to the Tower of London where the crown jewels are kept. She 
had seen the famous Kohinoor diamond which adorns the crown 
of the British King at his coronation. The crown is set with the 
most precious gems! They dazzle! They sparkle! They are price" 
less! Following this description, the process of polishing these 
gems was enlarged upon, and the words in Malachi 3 were quoted. 
Every word was being absorbed by this earnest, dark-eyed lad. 
At the close of the service he came to the missionary saying, 
“Pray for me that I may endure the polishing and be worthy of 
being even the smallest gem in my Saviour’s crown. I do not 
want to wear a cheap crown.” A few months later he sufiered 

Few have been the martyrs on whose heads crowns have alighted 
while they were asleep. Their preparatory school has ever been 
persecution, suffering, and the true, patient, yearlong fulfillment 
of duty. 

"God has need of outstanding gems. 

There is work for all to do. 

God's vessels are chosen, hut few become choice. 

Vd love to he choice. Would you?’" 

December 7 

“And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several 
gate was of one pearl: . . (Rev. 21: 21.) 

H 7ERY gate a pearl!” Every entrance into the heavenly 
life is through a pearl! What is a pearl? A wound is 
made in an oyster shell. A grain of sand, perhaps, is 
imbedded in the wound. Then all the resources of re- 
pair are rushed to the place where the breach was made. 
When the breach is closed, and the process of repair is completed, 
a pearl is found closing the wound. The break calls forth im- 
suspected resources of the shell, and a beauty appears that is 
not otherwise brought out. A pearl is a healed wound! No 
wound, no pearl. 

Misfortune in our lives can be transformed into blessings, 
hurts changed into pearls of precious value. Look with Edison 
at his deafness, with Milton at his blindness, with Bunyan at his 
imprisonment, and see how these very misfortunes were con- 
verted into good fortunes. Even a grievous handicap may become 
a lifesaving power. Do you remember the story of Nydia, the 
blind flower girl in The Last Days of Pompeii”? Nydia had not 
become bitter about her blindness; nor had she sulked and sat 
at home. She had gone about the business of living and had 
earned a living as best she could. Then came the awful day of 


the eruption of Vesuvius, with the doomed city as dark as mid- 
night beneath a thick pall of smoke and falling ashes. The terror- 
stricken inhabitants rushed blindly to and fro, and lost them- 
selves in the awful blackness. But Nydia did not get lost; because 
of her cross of blindness she had learned to find her way by 
touch and hearing, and now she could go straight to rescue the 
life of the one she loved best. “Every gate a pearl!” Every mis- 
fortxme, every failure, every loss, may be so transformed. God 
has the power to transform all “misfortunes” into godsends. So 
Jesus transformed the Cross from a criminal’s badge of shame 
into the sign of the love of God. Often it takes a wound to trans- 
form a denying Peter into a fearless rock of a man. “No woimd, 
no pearl!” — out of life’s bufietings may come our richest rewards. 

— Selected. 

December 8 

“...Freely ye have received, freely give.” (Matt. 10:8.) 
“Take heed therefore . . . for whosoever hath, to him shall 
he given; and whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken 
even that which he seemeth to have.” (Luke 8:18.) 

WE give our time, our substance, our very lives for 
I others, so shall we be blessed. To receive and take and 
I hold, without an outflowing, is to be as dead and dismal 
I as the Dead Sea. Though watered by the dew of Hermon 
and the rain of Lebanon, the Dead Sea to this day is so 
bitter and vile that not a single living thing can be found in it. 
How loud is its message to us! The Dead Sea has no outlet. The 
waters of the many rivers would soon purify the Dead Sea did it 
but have an outlet to the ocean. But all the fresh and sparkling 
water flowing into it cannot heal its death and vileness while it 
does not pass on the blessing which comes into its basin. 

— L. S. 

"Hearken then thou deep, 
thou Dead Sea, 

I have now thy secret 

Why in thee the deto of 

Is to gall and wormwood 

ha an old churchyard you may read this epitaph and epigram: 
"What I gave, that 1 have; 


God might have used His sunset gold so sparingly; 

He might have put but one wee star in all the sky — 
He might have doled His blossoms out quite grudgingly; 
But since He gave so lavishly, why should not I? 

December 9 

"‘Therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve him 
day and night in his temple: and he that sitteth on the throne 
shall dwell among them." (Rev. 7:15.) 

H OHN and Betty Stam, Moody Bible Institute graduates, 
were martyred in China on December 8, 1934. On De- 
cember 6, John Stam wrote, “My wife, baby, and my- 
self are today in the hands of communists. All our pos- 
sessions and stores they have taken, but we praise God 
for peace in our hearts and a meal tonight. God grant you wis- 
dom in what you do and us fortitude, courage, and peace of heart. 
He is able, and a wonderful Friend at such a time.” And in 
closing, he said, “The Lord bless and guide you, and as for us, 
may God be glorified, whether by life or death.” 

“A martyr is not a martyr because he dies; 
he dies because he is a martyr.” 

“For me is ordained the red robe of martyrdom,” said Savonarola. 

“A martyr’s crown is worth its cost; 

To reign with Christ will all repay; 

No tongue can tell, no heart conceive 
The joys of that celestial day." 

O ye martyrs, be not impatient; there is another company 
of martyrs coming on; wait for them! 

— A. J. Gordon. 

December 10 

“Ponder the path of thy feet, and Idt all thy ways be 
established," (Prov. 4: 26.) 

J THINK a Christian can go anywhere,” said a young wo- 
man who was defending her continued attendance at 
some very doubtful place of amusement. 

“Certainly she can,” rejoined her friend, “but I am re- 
minded of a little incident that happened last summer 
when I went with a party of friends to explore a coal mine. One 
of the yoimg women dressed in a dainty white gown. When her 



friends remonstrated with her, she appealed to the old miner who 
was to act as guide of the party. 

“Can’t I wear a white dress down into the mine?” she asked 

“Yes’m,” returned the old man. “There’s nothin’ to keep you 
from wearin’ a white frock down there, but there’ll be consider- 
able to keep you from wearin’ one back.” 

There is nothing to prevent the Christian from wearing his white 
garments when he seeks fellowship of that which is unclean, but 
there is a good deal to prevent his wearing white garments 

“Beware of going to places where Christ is not allowed! Do 
you not think it argues very badly for Christianity when a be- 
liever fancies it needful to go down to the world’s level to get 
an hour or two of enjoyment? Rather, let worldlings see that our 
joy in Christ is so much superior to what they have that we are 
spoiled for anything besides.” 

— Franklin Ferguson. 

Am I not enough, Mine own? Enough, 

Mine own, for thee? 

Hath the world its palace towers. 

Garden glades of magic flowers. 

Where thou wouldst be? 

Fair things and false are there. 

False things but fair. 

All things thou find’st at last 
Only in Me, 

Am I not enough. Mine own? I, forever 
And alone? I, needing thee? 


December 11 

“Let nothing he done through strife or vainglory; but in 
lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than them- 
selves.” (Phil. 2; 3.) 

day was cold and bleak. Washington, starting out 
n his headquarters, drew on his greatcoat, turned up 
collar, and pulled his hat down to shield his face 
n the biting wind. As he walked down the road to 
..__ire the soldiers were fortifying a camp, no one would 
have known that the tall, muffled figure was the commander in 
chief of the army. 

As he came near the camp he stopped to watch a small company 
of soldiers who, under command of a corporal, were building a 
breastwork of logs. The men were tugging at a heavy log; 



the corporal, important and superior, stood at one side giving 

“Up with it!” he cried. “Now altogether! Push! Up with it, 
I say! Now!” The men gathered new strength. A great push 
all together, and the log was nearly in its place, but it was too 
heavy, and just before it reached the top of the pile it slipped 
and fell back. The corporal shouted again. “Up with it, now! 
What ails you? Up with it, I say!” 

The men tugged and strained again; the log nearly reached the 
top, slipped, and once more rolled back. 

“Heave hard!” cried the corporal. “One, two, three! Now all 
together! Push!” 

Another struggle, and then, just as the log was about to roll 
back for the third time, Washington ran forward, pushed with all 
his great strength, and the log rolled into place on top of the 
breastwork. The men, panting and perspiring, sought eagerly to 
thank him, but he turned toward the corporS. 

“Why don’t you help your men with this heavy lifting when 
they need another hand?” he asked. 

“Why don’t I?” asked the man. “Don’t you see I am a corporal?” 

“Indeed!” replied Washington, throwing open his greatcoat and 
showing his uniform. “I am only the commander in chief. Next 
time you have a log too heavy for your men to lift, send for me!” 

December 12 

*‘...What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe 

that ye receive them, and ye shall have them" (Mark 11: 24.) 
|3HEN my little son was about ten years of age, his grand- 
I mother promised him a stamp album for Christmas. 
I Christmas came, but no stamp album and no word from 
I grandmother. The matter, however, was not mentioned; 
but when his playmates came to see his Christmas pres- 
ents, I was astonished, after he had named over this and that as 
gifts received, to hear him add, 

“And a stamp album from grandmother.” 

I had heard it several times, when I called him to me, and 
said, “But, Georgie, you did not get an albtun from your grand- 
mother. Why do you say so?” 

There was a wondering look on his face, as if he thought it 
strange that I should ask such a question, and he replied, “Well, 
Mamma, grandma said, so it is the same as.” I could not say a 
word to check his faith. 

A month went by, and nothing was heard from the album. 
Finally, one day, really wondering in my heart why the album 
had not been sent, I said, to test lus faith: 

“Well, Georgie, I think grandma has forgotten her promise.” 


“Oh, no, Mamma,” he qtiickly and firmly said, “she hasn’t.” 

I watched the dear, trusting face, which, for a while, looked very 
sober, as if debating the possibilities I had suggested. Finally a 
bright light passed over it, and he said, 

“Mamma, do you think it would do any good if I should write 
to her thanking her for the album?” 

“I do not know,” I said, “but you might try it.” 

A rich spiritual truth began to dawn upon me. In a few minutes 
a letter was prepared and committed to the mail, and he went off 
whistling his confidence in his grandma. In just a short time a 
letter came, saying: 

“My dear Georgia: I have not forgotten my promise to you, of 
an album. I tried to get such a book as you desired, but could 
not get the kind you wanted; so I sent on to New York. It did 
not get here till after Christmas, and it was still not right, so I 
sent for another, and as it has not come as yet, I send you three 
dollars to get one in Chicago. Your loving grandma.” 

As he read the letter his face was the face of a victor. “Now, 
Mamma, didn’t I tell you?” came from the depths of a heart that 
never doubted; that “against hope, believed in hope” that the 
stamp album would come. While he was trusting, grandma was 
working, and in due season faith became sight. 

It is so human to want sight when we step out on the promises 
of God, but our Saviour said to Thomas, and to the long roll of 
doubters who have ever since followed him: “Blessed are they 
who have not seen, and yet have believed.” — Mrs. Rounds. 

December 13 

“Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines; 
for our vines have tender grapes.” (Song of Sol. 2:15.) 

fflSK then the question, “What has driven Christ from 
I me?” He hides his face behind the wall of thy sins. 
I That wall may be built up of little pebbles, as well as 
I of large stones. If thou would’st live with Christ, walk 
with Christ, see Christ, and have fellowship with Christ, 
take heed of the little foxes that spoil the vines, “for our vines 
have Wder grapes.” The Lord invites you to go with Him and 
take them. He will surely, like Samson, take the foxes at once 
and easily. Go with Him and He will keep you. 

If I had a grapevine tender and green 
Growing taller and taller each day. 
And a little fox tried to spoil that vine, 
Fd drive that fox away. 



If I had a life all clean and pure, 

Growing sweeter and sweeter each day, 
And a little fault tried to spoil that life, 

Vd drive that fault away. 

— Florence Harrell. 

December 14 

“And so, after he had patiently endured, he obtained the 
promise " (Heb. 6: 15.) 

^OD’S Word is as full of promises as the heavens are full 
io of stars. All of them are payable upon demand according 
T to the conditions named. They are made freely, and 
I they are paid fully. Spurgeon calls a book of God’s 
promises “The Check Book of the Bank of Faith.” We 
do not have check books for an ornament or for meditation, but 
for use. A promise of God is given to be presented and paid in 
full. The believer’s capital for the King’s business is all lodged 
in the Lord’s treasury, and the only way to secure it for use is 
to make daily drafts upon the unfailing supply. God writes no 
names upon His promises, only conditions upon which they 
will be honored. Put your name in, fulfill the condition, and draw 
upon God for all that He promises! 

Some promises are payable upon demand. Others are dated 
farther on. But a long-time promise of God is as sure of payment 
as one payable on demand. Be sure of the time limitation of 
God’s promises, and if delayed, look at your dates. 

— A Daily Thought for a Daily Endeavor. 

“The possibilities of prayer are bounded by the promises of 
God.” — Bounds. 

I will not therefore minimize my prayer. 

But make it large as are the promises. 

Since God is willing thus to bless, 

No less an answer would I share. 

Alas, for my small faith, 

Compared with what He saith. 

Therefore, henceforth, shall prayer be heard 
From me according to God’s word. 

I will request, as long as I shall live. 

All God has shown His willingness to give. 

As are the love and power His truth declares. 
So shall faith make the measure of my prayers. 

— Wm. Olney. 



December 15 

“...He will beautify the meek with salvation." 

(Psalm 149: 4.) 

there was a brier growing in a ditch, and there 
|«^a|Came along a gardener with his spade. As he dug around 
J lifted it out, the brier said to itself, ‘What is he doing 
that for? Doesn’t he know that I am a worthless brier?’ 
But the gardener took it into the garden and planted it 
amid his flowers, while the brier said, ‘What a mistake he has made, 
planting a brier like myself among such rose trees as these!’ But 
the gardener came once more with his keen-edged Icnife, made a 
slit in the brier and budded it with a rose, and by and by, when 
summer came, lovely roses were blooming on that old brier! Then 
the gardener said, ‘Your beauty is not due to that which came out, 
but to that which I put into you.’ That is just what Christ is doing 
all the time with our human lives.” 

“Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in me, 

All His wondrous compassion and purity; 

O Thou. Spirit Divine, all my nature refine 
Till the beauty of Jesus he seen in me." 

December 16 

“...The Father hath not left me alone; for I do always 

those things that please him." (John 8:29.) 

IS human to stand with the crowd; it is divine to stand 
IS Kfl alone. It is manlike to follow the people, to drift with 
1^3 the tide; it is Godlike to follow a principle, to stem 

It is natural to compromise conscience and follow the 
social and religious fashion for the sake of gain or pleasure; it 
is against nature to sacrifice both on the altar of His will. 

“No man stood with me, hut all men forsook me," wrote the 
battle-scarred apostle in describing his first appearance before 
Nero to answer with his life for believing and teaching contrary 
to the Roman world. 

Truth has been out of fashion since man changed his robe 
of fadeless light for a garment of fading leaves. 

Noah Wilt and voyaged alone. His neighbors laughed at his 
strangeness and perished in style. 

Abraham wandered and worshiped alone. Sodomites smiled 
at the simple shepherd, followed the fashion and fed the flames. 

Daniel watched and prayed alone. Elijah sacrificed and wit- 



nessed alone. Jeremiah prophesied and wept alone. JESUS loved 
and died ALONE. 


I’m not alone, though others go 
A different way jrom what I choose; 
Vm not alone, though I say “No!” 

I know that I will never lose. 

I’m -not alone, though others tease 
And urge that I should go their way; 
I’m not alone, though I displease 
My friends hy what Vll never say. 

I’m not alone, for I now choose — 

Though other folk may call me odd. 
Though now it seems that 1 might lose — 
To go the way that Jesus trod. 

— L. E. Dunkin. 

December 17 

“And he led them forth by the right way . . (Psalm 107: 7.) 

B 'ICE, in going down an Alpine path, the travelers found 
their way wholly closed. The little path by the moun- 
tain torrent suddenly ended in a vast ice cliff under 
which the torrent pl-unged and disappeared. What were 
they to do? Suddenly the guide leaped into the stream 
and bade his companions follow. For a moment there was dark- 
ness and fear, then they were carried tmder the ice mountain 
and a moment later flung on the banks of green in the valley 
of Chamouni. 

“O Lord, Thou art the Pathfinder. Glorious outlines of some 
great plan of Thine pass, into which we may fit if we will. 

What room is there for troubled fear? 

1 know my Lord, and He is near; 

And He will light my candle, so 
That I may see the way I go. 

There need be no bewilderment 
To one who goes where he is sent; 

The trackless plain, by night and day 
Is set with signs lest he should stray. 

My path may cross a waste of sea. 

But that need never frighten me — 

Or rivers full to very brim. 



My path may lead through wood at night. 
Where neither moon nor any light 
Of guiding star or beacon shines; 

He will not let me miss my signs. 

Lord, grant to me a quiet mind. 

That, trusting Thee — for Thou art kind — 
I may go on without a fear. 

For Thou, my Lord, art always near. 

— Author unknown. 

December 18 

"For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do 
of his good pleasure.'’ (Phil. 2:13.) 

WE -would have Christ dwell in our hearts there must 
1 be something more than a guest room set aside for Him. 
I He desires to dwell with us, to abide in us. The tran- 
|sient guest is hedged about by certain limitations. But 
there can be no secrets from one who has a permanent 
home with us. This is so with Christ in the heart. Prom attic to 
basement in the whole house of life there must be no room that 
is closed to Him. There may be rooms of the soul we would not 
throw open to the world, but if the Lord is to abide with us, the 
key even to these must lae placed in His hands. Only so can we 
know the joy and peace and strength of His abiding presence in 
the heart. — Christian Observer. 

I want my heart so cleared of self 
That my dear Lord can come 
And set up His own furnishings, 

And make my heart — His home. 

And since I know what this requires. 

Each morning while it’s still, 

I slip into that secret room, 

And leave with Him — My WILL, 

He always takes it graciously. 

Presenting me with His; 

I’m ready then to meet the day 
And any task there is. 

And this is how my Lord controls 
My interest, my ills, 

Because we meet at break of day. 


—Anna Jane Granniss. 


December 19 

*‘...Go ye into all the worlds and preach the gospel to 
every creature.^’ (Mark 16:15.) 

O Zion, haste, thy mission high fulfilling, 

To tell to all the world that God is Light; 

That He who made all nations is not willing 
One soul should perish, lost in shades of night. 

Behold how many thousands still are lying, 

Bound in the darksome prison-house of sin, 

With none to tell them of the Saviour’s dying. 

Or of the life He died for them to win. 

*Tis thine to save front peril of perdition 
The souls for whom the Lord His life laid down; 

Beware, lest, slothful to fulfill thy mission. 

Thou lose one jewel that should deck His crown. 

Proclaim to ev’ry people, tongue and nation 
That God, in whom they live and move, is love: 

Tell how He stoop’d to save His lost creation, 

And died on earth that man might live above. 

Give of thy sons to bear the message glorious; 

Give of thy wealth to speed them on their way; 

Pour out thy soul for them in prayer victorious; 

And all thou spendest Jesus will repay. 

— Hymnal. 

The whole wide world with its restless millions waits for the 
“beautiful feet” of triumphant mountaineers. (Isa. 52: 7.) 

December 20 

“...I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteous- 
ness.” (Isaiah 41:10.) 

“Then shalt thou walk in thy way safely, and thy foot shall 
not stumble.” (Prov. 3:23.) 

S EAR of falling is wholesome. To be venturesome is no 
sign of wisdom. Times come to us when we feel we 
must go down unless we have very special support. 
God’s right hand is a grand thing to lean upon. It is not 
only His hand but _ His right hand; His power united 
with skill, His power where it is most dexterous! Fearful is our 
danger, but joyful is our security. The youth whom God upholds, 


devils cannot throw down. He will hold me fast! Our worst peril 
is in our own carelessness, but against this the Lord Jesus has 
put us on our guard, saying, “Watch and pray.” 

Oh, for grace to walk this day without a single stumble! It is 
not enough that we do not actually fall; our cry should be that 
we may not make the smallest slip with our feet, but may at idie 
last adore Him “who is able to keep us from stumbling.” 

— C. H. Spurgeon. 

Some stumble because they do not see the stone in the way. 

The Lord will give us sure-footedness. The hinds leap over 
rock and crag, never missing their foothold. Our Lord will give 
us grace to follow the most diflEicult paths of duty without a 
stumble. He can fit our feet for the crags, so that we shall be at 
home where apart from God we should perish. 

Oh, what feet are the feet of faith, by which, following the 
“Hind of the Morning” we shall ascend into the hill of the Lord! 

He holdeth the waters in the hollow 
Of His hand. 

This mighty restless seething sea 
In His hand. 

Oh, hand so sure, so safe, so strong 
That it can hold the sea. 

Mid the storm-tossed waves of the sea 
of life 

It can, it will, hold me. 

— M. Slattery, 

December 21 

“O satisfy tts early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice 
and he glad all our days.” (Psalm 90:14.) 


first duty in life is toward your afterself. So live 
the man you ought to be may, in his time, be 
ble, be actual. Far away in the years he is awaiting 
.irn. His body, his brain, his soul, are in your boyish 

.s. He cannot help himself. What will you leave for 

him? Will it be a brain unspoiled by lust or dissipation, a mind 
trained to think and act, a nervous system true as a dial in its 
response to the truth about you? Will you, boy, let him come as 
a man among men in his time? Or will you throw away his 
inheritance before he has had the chance to touch it? Will you 
turn over to him a brain distorted, a mind diseased, a will un- 
trained to action, a spinal cord grown through and through with 

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“devil-grass, with “wOd oats”? Will you let him come and take 
your place, gaining through your experience, happy in your 
friendships, hallowed through your joys, building on them his 
own? Or will you fling it all away, decreeing, wantonlike, that 
the man you might have been shall never be? This is your prob- 
lem in life — the problem which is vastly more to you than any or 
all others! How will you meet it, as a man or as a fool? It comes 
before you today and every day, and the hour of your choice is 
the crisis of your destiny! — David Starr Jordan. 

Our mark is always our magnet. 

December 22 

. . Pray for them which despitefully use you . . 

(Matt. 5:44.) 

IS so easy to become jealous, to believe false rumors, 
Ik form unfair opinions, and to say harsh things about 

neighbors and associates. People are all so prone to 
answer such attacks in a like manner. 

On one occasion Bishop Francis Asbury received an 
abusive anonymous letter. In his journal he wrote as follows: 
“I came from my knees to receive the letter, and having read it, 
I returned whence I came.” 

How can I live this day so that people will say as they said in 
the early period of the chxirch, “Behold, how the Christians love 
one another!” 


It is easy to say the quick, sharp word 
That will hurt him through and through — 

The friend you have always held so dear — 

But I wouldn’t, if I were you. 

It is easy to spread an idle tale 
That perhaps may not be true, 

And give it wings like the thistledown. 

But I wouldn’t, if I were you. 

To words once spoken, if harsh, unkind, 

You must ever hid adieu, 

And though you may speak them if you will. 

Yet I wouldn’t, if I were you. 

— Florence Jones Hadley. 

“Drop the subject when you cannot agree; there is no need to 
be bitter because you know you are right.” 

Leave it all quietly with Him! 



December 23 

“...We have seen Ms star in the east, and are come to 
worship him" (Matt. 2:2.) 


“Star of wonder, star of night. 

Star with royal heauty bright. 

Westward leading, still proceeding. 

Guide us to Thy perfect light." 
you ever hear the story of the boy who was left by 
j father on the sailing vessel to handle the rudder 
ule his father went below? He said to the boy: “Now, 
f boy, keep your eye on the North Star right there 
. d all will be right.” The boy answered: “Yes, Sir, I 
will.” After a while the boy called down the hatchway, “Father, 
come up, I have passed the star.” 

The world is full of folk who run past the star, but you caimot 
run away from the stars that are there to guide you and not 
run on the rocks. If you do not mind the rudder you will have 
to mind the rocks. 

Map your course by heavenly lights! 

“When crossing Niagara on a tight rope, Blondin always had a 
star fixed in the opposite direction and kept his eye on the star.” 

“When the wanderer has lost his path in the storm of diist there 
is nothing to do but wait till the stars come out.” 

December 24 

, . Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see , . 

(Luke 2:15.) 

came that night to Bethlehem, the simple and the 
. The shepherd and the scholar saw the glory in 
skies — and sought the holy manger bed, that place 
nystery — where God Himself had broken in upon 

The greatest men who walk the earth can offer us today— no 
diviner revelation. This then is the Way. . . . Though to know- 
ledge high and vast the human mind may soar, every man must 
come at last unto the stable door. 

— Patience StronQi 

“They all were looking for a King, 

To slay their foes and lift them high; 

Thou earnest, a little baby thing 
That made a woman cry." 



There wotild have been no Christmas Day, there would have 
been no revelation of God in understandable human hearts, there 
would have been no living faith to encourage us each new day, 
there would have been no everlasting doctrine of Peace-on- 
earth, Good wiU to men! 

“O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, 

O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; 

Come and behold Him, horn the King of angeh, 

O come, let us adore Him, Christ, the Lord! 

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation, 

O sing, all ye bright hosts of heaven above; 

Glory to God, all glory in the highest 
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord! 

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning, 
Jesus, to Thee be all glory giv'n; Word of the Father, 
Now in flesh appearing 

O come, let us adore Him, Christ, the Lord! 

“0 night divine, the night when Christ was bom!” 

December 25 

*^,.,Unto us ...” (Isa. 9: 6.) 

1 HE wonder of Christmas is its simplicity. There is Mary, 
the mother, and there is Joseph to whom she was be- 
trothed. Plain and simple folk, these, even as you and I. 
There are the Shepherds — ^the first Christmas congrega- 
tion. Humble folk, these, folk who lived close to the 
things God made — the earth, the carpet for their feet; the sun and 
stars, their covering. 

Yes, and the Child, too. Nothing here of the pomp and circum- 
stance of life, only the simplicity of the divine. It is this simplicity 
which makes Christmas wonderful. Here may we all come, sup- 
pliant — not to a throne of human exaltation, but to a throne of 
divine simplicity. 

Here may we worship, recognizing in the simplicity of the 
Child the meaning of God’s redeeming love. Here may we bring 
our joys and our sorrows; our joys wfil be hallowed, our sorrows 
will be lightened. Here may we receive strength for the days to 
come, light for the time that shall be. And the Light that shines 
from the humble manger is strong enough to reach to the end 
of our days. 

Here, then, we come — ^the young, the old; the rich, the poor; 


the mighty, the servant— worshipping in the beauty of divine 
simplicity, marvelling at its simple love. This is the wonder of 

“Unto you is born this day a Saviour*’ 

Which is J esus Christ the wondrous Lord; 

Not a “teacher” not a “good example” 

But the Son of God, the Living Word. 

No “philosopher,” his fancies weaving. 

Warp of dreams and woof of visions vast, 

Not a “prophet" peering down the future. 

Not a “scholar," delving in the past. 

“Unto you is born this day a Saviour"; 

Shine, O star! and shout, . O angel voice! 

Unto you this precious gift is given; 

Sing, O earth! and all ye Heavens, rejoice! 

Long the world has waited such a Saviour, 

Sunk in sin and tom by fear and doubt; 

Long in darkness groped for truth and wisdom; 

Glory, glo7'y, now the light shines out! 

“Unto you is bom this day a Saviour," 

Earth’s one hope, the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
Mighty God and glorious Redeemer, 

Jesus Christ the Lord is born today. 

— Annie Johnson Flint. 

December 26 

“Thou shalt g^dde me with thy counsel, and afterward re- 
ceive me to glory." (Psalm 73:24.) 

QNE of the offices which our Lord Jesus sustains is 
“Counsellor” (Isaiah 9:6). 

Now there are numberless things before us contin- 
I ually in our earthly pilgrimage regarding which we 
need counsel, we need advice; and then under these 
circumstances we should go to our Lord Jesus Christ and say to 
Him: “My Lord, I am ignorant; now what am I to do? Thou art 
my Counsellor, now show me clearly and distinctly how to act 
under these circumstances.” And what will be the result? We 
shall be taught! 

You need never take a step in the dark. If you do, you are 



sure to make a mistake. Wait! Wait till you have light. Remind 
the Lord Jesus that as He is Counsellor to the Church of God, 
He will be, in your particular case, Counsellor and Guide, and 
will direct you, and if you patiently wait, believingly, expectantly, 
you will find that the waiting is not in vain, and that the Lord 
will prove Himself a Counsellor both wise and good. 

— George Mueller, of Bristol. 

December 27 

“...God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a 

name which is above every name.” (Phil. 2:9.) 

[the greatest lover] so loved [the greatest degree] 
fw^^othe world [the greatest number] that he gave [the great- 
begotten Son [the greatest gift] that who- 
soever [the greatest invitation] believeth [the greatest 
simplicity] in him [the greatest person] should not perish 
[the greatest deliverance], but [the greatest diiference] have [the 
greatest certainty] everlasting life [the greatest possession].” 

(John 3:16.) 

Christ never looks greater than when you put some great man 
by His side. 

“I paint,” cried Raphael. 

“I build,” was the boast of Michael Angelo. 

“I rule,” cried Caesar, 
sing,” cried Homer. 

“I conquer,” cried Alexander. 

“I seek and save,” cried Jesus Christ. 

This is the glory of the Master of His Gospel! 

“0 come, let us adore Him, 

Christ the Lord.” 

An African in a jungle village was one of a crowd listening 
to a missionary tell of Jesus Christ, His matchless personality 
mid sacrificial life of service. The African could not contain his 
joy. Breaking in on the missionary’s message, he cried: “I always 
knew there ought to be a God like that, but never before did I 
know His name!” 

“His name shall endure for ever: . . (Psalm 72: 17.) 


I heard the hells of Bethlehem ring out this Christmas Day! 

Men scoff at miracles. “They cannot he,” they say; 

“Christ was not born of Mary: there could be no virgin birth, 
’Tis but a lovely legend of the Godhead come to earth.” 



And yet, I heard the hells of Bethlehem ring out this Christmas 

And the clangor of their ringing was ten thousand miles away! 

— Alice Gay Judd. 

December 28 

. . whose names were not written in the book of life . . 

(Rev. 17:8.) 

YOUNG man, a high-school graduate, having arrived 
college where he intended to finish his education, 
IfcaWwas greeted by the president, a godly old man and a 
great friend of the boy’s father. Having an interest in 
him, he said to the boy: “Well, my boy, after you have 
finished your college course here — ^what then?” 

“Oh, I may be elected to the Senate.” 

“Fine amWtion. Wlrat then?” 

“I suppose that I will get old and retire to a well-earned rest.” 
“Yes — and what then?” 

Very quietly and subdued the boy replied: “Some day I shall 

“Yes,” said the old man seriously, “and after death, what?” 

But there was no answer. 

“When the choir has sung its last 

And the preacher has made his 
last prayer; 

When, the people have heard their 
last sermon 

And the sound has died out on 
the air; 

When the Bible lies closed on the 

And the pews are all empty of 

And each one stands facing his 
record — 

And the great Book is opened — 


When the great angel announces that time shall be no more — 
What Then? 

“TOMORROW’S sun may never rise 
To shed its beams upon the way; 

This is the TIME, O then be wise. 

Thou wouldst be saved, why not 

“Now is the accepted time, now is the day of salvation.” 


December 29 

"TiFie place whereon thou standest is holy ground.” 

(Exodus 3: 5.) 

gN Nottingham, England, there is a little chapel, on the wall 
"I of which is a laronze tablet that marks the spot where Wil- 
I liam Booth, the leader and founder of the Salvation Army, 
I is said to have received the vision, and been swept with the 
passion that sent him as God’s restless missionary to the 
very ends of the earth. It is said that one day a humble African 
wandered into the little chapel. He seemed to be searching for 
something, and at length he came to this tablet, and there he stood 
transfixed And then, looking around him again, he discerned the 
janitor, and said to him, “Is tWs the spot where William Booth knelt 
and prayed?” The janitor said, “This is it!” Then said the humble 
African, “Can a man be permitted to kneel down here?” The janitor 
said, “You can. It is a place for prayer.” And the old African, fall- 
ing upon his knees, with uplifted arms and streaming face, said, 
“Lord God, do it again! Do it again!” 

A vision of the Risen Christ and His plan for your life and for the 
world and your obedience to it is the most significant thing that can 
come into your life! Will you not reverently Icneel in the presence 
of Him, who only has the right to reign, and say, “Lord Jesus, do it 
again! by putting Thy redeeming passion upon me"? 

It is at the Trysting-Place of the Cross that we shall see the vision, 
receive our orders, and in the power of the Holy Spirit be enabled 
to respond, “Lord, here am I; send me!” (Isa. 6: 8.) 

You may belong to the generation of great souls in your day. 

December 30 

. . But this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are 
behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I 
press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in 
Christ Jesus." (Phil. 3: 13,14.) 

OST’^OHILE we were students in the seminary several of us 
camped in the Catskill mountains. One day we selected a 
certain mountain that we were going to climb. After we 
had started, we looked up and thought we saw the top, and 
we climbed for it. When we finally reached that point we 
foimd that we had not yet reached its summit. Again we started to 
climb to what looked to be the top, and when we reached that point 



we found to our surprise that there was still a higher peak. So it is 
with our life of faith. We go from “strength to strength,” “abound 
more and more,” and go from “glory to glory,” 


The path toos steep and snowy — the way was hard and cold, 
The wind rushed fiercely at us like a wolf upon the fold; 
And we hit our lips and struggled in the terror of the blast, 
And we blessed our staffs and wondered if the storm would 
soon be past. 

Sometimes our feet slipped backward ou the crusty ice and 

Sometimes we stumbled, helpless, for the way was hard to go; 
Sometimes we fell, and falling, we were sorry we had tried 
To reach the mountain's summit, and the hope within us died. 

The path was steep and snowy — the way was hard and cold, 
But we struggled ever forward, half afraid — no longer bold; 
And with dogged perseverance, we pushed up the hidden trail. 
And we seemed but children playing with the elements — 
too frail 

To live long in the displeasure of the wind and hail and sleet. 
And the snowy down-like blanket seemed a mammoth wiTiding 
sheet — 

And we almost started homeward with a weary broken sigh, 
But we flinched and struggled forward "neath the scorn that 
cleft the sky. 

The path tons steep and snowy — the way was hard and cold. 

But at last we reached the summit, and it glittered with the 

Of the sun that had been shining, with a perfect, glowing 

From behind the heavy storm clouds that had turned the day 
to night. 

And standing on the summit, we looked down and tried to pray. 

For we wished to thank the Father who had kept us on our way; 

For the snow and sleet and windstorm were but trifles in the 

And they made the sunshine brighter when we reached the 
top at last. 

— Margaret E. Songster, Jr. 

A bracing exploration and a magnificent discovery! 



December 31 

“So will not we go hack from thee: . . ” (Psalm 80: 18.) 

Oh, there are heavenly heights to reach 
In many a fearful place. 

While the poor, timid heir of God 
Lies blindly on his face; 

Lies languishing for light Divine 
That he shall never see 
’Til he goes forward at Thy sign, 

And trusts himself to Thee. 

— Rev. C. A. Fox. 

When Mallory and Irvine were last seen on Mt. Everest — the 
highest peak in the world- — they were “going strong for the top.” 
Bitter cold, raging winds, blinding blizzards, engulfing avalanches 
of snow and rock — all these danger's stood between these brave 
climbers and the top of that towering moimtain. Nothing could 
turn them back! 

What a great way to close the old year, and crossing the thres- 
hold into the new to say with these heroic climbers, “We will 
not go back from Thee!” 

Let us fare forth bravely, our feet on solid ground, our eyes to the 
stars, for we walk with Him whose promise is: “Lo, I am with you 
alway, even rmto the end of the age.” 

Press on! Surmount the rocky steeps, 

Climh boldly o’er the torrent’s arch; 

He fails alone who feebly creeps, 

He wins who dares the hero’s march. 

Be thou a hero! Let thy might 
Tramp on eternal snows its way 

And through the ebon walls of night 
Hew down a passage unto day. 

— Park Benjamin. 

This generation will complete the task of world-evangelization 
by the youth who were last seen “heading toward the summit.” 

Now must I hence! 

Through the thick night I hear 
the trumpet blow. 

— Tennyson. 

Onward and IJpward! 

Every Reader of “Mountain Trailways for Youth’^ 
Should Also Have 


A Book of Doily Devotional Reading in Nine Languages 

Why "Streams in the Desert" Was Written 

By Mrs. Charles E. Cowman 

Letters pour into our missionary office from the four comers of 
the world asking for copies of “Streams in the Desert.” We have 
come in touch with thousands of dear fellow Christians, weighted 
with burdens too heavy to bear, to whom the daily devotional read- 
ings have brought comfort and cheer. Many of the letters contain 
such sentences as, “What led you to compile ‘Streams’?” “Where 
did you find the helpful messages?” “Were you ever a great sufferer 
or a shut-in?” May I take this opportunity to reply to these personal 

My beloved companion, the founder of the Oriental Missionary 
Society, and I, had the unspeakable privilege of spending a number 
of years in the Orient as missionaries of the Cross. It was a delight- 
ful service; but where is the missionary, possessed with a passionate 
passion for souls, who is able to take life easy? Twenty years of Bi- 
ble Training Institute work in Japan and Korea, then five years 
with one hundred workers in the villages of Japan, placing the Word 
of God into the 10,300,000 homes of the Mikado’s Empire, seeing 
hundreds inquiring their way to Zion — ^what blessed days! In the 
midst of these wonderful times came the angel of pain, dressed in 
her somber robes. We were afar in. the mountain fastnesses of Japan, 
engaged in evangelistic work, when one evening, like a bolt out of 
the blue, came the stroke that completely changed everything in our 
lives. A doctor was summoned hastily, and after a hurried exam- 
ination he said to me, “Your husband’s work is finished. Take him 
to the homeland immediately, if you would not bury him in heathen 
soil.” “Worn out’’ was the term that the physician used. His only 
human hope was across the deep blue in the homeland. We boarded 
a steamer that lay at anchor, and put out to sea. What lay ahead of 
us? We could only ti'ust and wait. 

Several times during the twenty years of missionary service, the 
climate of sunny Southern California had restored the tired nerves 
and renewed his strength. Would it not do so again? He never 
ceased to pray and believe that it might, but his closest friends knew 

that Ms missionary career was ended. Activity is not the only kind 
of service that fulfills God’s will. “They also serve who only stand 
and wait,” wrote blind Milton. Not always, however, do we accept 
the Master’s guidance with submission and joy, when He calls away 
from the white fields to the lonely desert. What a change for this 
keen, active man! From the din of the battle to the seclusion of the 
sick chamber. From the glow and glory of the work he loved so 
dearly, to the utter abandonment of it all. Would his faith fail now, 
at this crucial point? Would he still trust on through God’s silences? 
Ah, a triumphant faith was needed just here. God gave it, and he 
found that it was possible to praise God in the dai’kest hour that ever 
swept a human life. If God was to give him songs in the night. He 
must first make it night. The refining fires never raged beyond His 
control. The billows, wMch, in their approach, threatened to sub- 
merge him as they came on, lifted him up to the heaven he was 
bound for. All the waves were crested with God’s benediction. God 
answered his prayer in His own way, permitting him to be shut in 
with Himself that he might find the treasures of darkness, deliver- 
ing him with such a mighty hand that he was glad that the tempest 
arose, for the furious winds and tumbling seas revealed to him 
‘‘what manner of man is this” 

If the great adversary sought by that stroke to mar or bruise a 
chosen instrument, he was certainly disappointed; and if he thought, 
by making the Lord’s servant often go heavily, to arrest the work, 
he was foiled. Charles Cowman stood still beneath the shadow of 
the Cross. 

It was my privilege to be by his side through the six long, pain- 
filled years. Often Satan came, tempting us to faint under the pres- 
sure, but each time when the testings reached their utmost limit, 
God would illumine some old and familiar text, or a helpful book 
or tract would providentially fall into our hands which contained 
just the message needed at that moment. 

On day, while walking albng the seashore, wondering almost if 
“God had forgotten to he gracious,” we noticed a leaflet lying at our 
feet. We eagerly picked it up and found the exquisite poem, “God 
smiles on His child in the eye of the storm.” We caught anew a 
glimpse of His loving face. His choicest cordials were kept for our 
deepest faintings, and we were held in His strong, loving arms 
throughout those years, till we learned to love our desert, with its 
refreshing streams, because of His wonderful presence with us. 

“The way was long, and the sfiadows spread, far as the eye could 

I stretched my hands to a human Christ, who walked through the 
night with me, 

Out of the darkness we came at last, our feet on the dawn-warm 

And I knew hy the light in His wondrous eye, that I walked with 
the Son of God.” 


“God does not comfort ns to make us comfortable, but to make 
us comforters,” wrote Dr. Jowett. One day, when lonely and 
bereft, a sweet Voice whispered to me, “Pass on to other troubled 
hearts some of the messages that were helpful to you throughout 
the years of testing.” So a book was compiled, and the first edition 
of “Streams in the Desert” was sent on its errand of love. There 
came a call for a second edition and letters were received, not only 
from America and England, but from Japan, Korea, China, India, 
Africa, The Congo, Egypt, Australia, Alaska, Siam, and from the 
islands of the sea, from other missionaries and Christian workers, 
asking for copies of the book. Another edition was published, but 
soon exhausted; then followed the fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh. 
The eighth edition was entirely exhausted within three months, and 
the ninth edition, five times the ntunber of the eighth, was likewise 
soon sent out. The twenty-eighth edition is now off the press. My 
desk is piled up with letters, many of them from leading ministers 
and workers of the world, telling of the blessing that has come to 
them through reading “Streams in the Desert.” I have learned this 
little secret — ^to 

“Measure thy life by loss and not gain; 

Not hy the wine drunk, hut the wine poured forth; 

For love’s strength standeth in love’s sacrifice, 

And he who suffers most has most to give.” 

“Streams in the Deserf’ can be obtained from The Oriental Mis- 
sionary Society. American Headquarters, 900 North Hobart Blvd., 
Los Angeles 27, California. 

Price, $2.00 

The profits from the sale of all of Mrs. Cowman’s books are used 
in world-wide missionary work. 



1. “Make Me Tby Mountaineer.'* 

2. “Shepherd of Tender youth." 

8. “New Year Prayer." 

4. “My New Year’s Gift.” 

6. “Charting: Your Course." 

6. “Outward Bound,” 

7. “That He Might Have.” 

8. “Stanley and His Bible.” 

9. “This Is the Tim© for Youth.” 

10. “The Most Stimulating Word.” 

11. “Song of a Dreamer.” 

12. “Prairie Eagle Flew Too Low.” 

13. “The Mountain Shall Be Thine." 

14. “Taking Spiritual Inventory.” 

16. “The Morning Watch.” 

16. “Youth! Here Is Your Armor." 

17. “Dare to Follow the Vision,” 

18. “Grow! Become Tall.” 

19. “When I Met the Master.” 

20. “I Have Been Changed.” 

21. “As the Hart Panteth.” 

22. “There’s No Sense in Going Further.” 

23. "Youth and His Dream Went Forth.” 

24. “Two Men Were Looking at the Sea,” 

25. “Youth on the Middle Eidge.” 

26. “My I4fe Planned for Me.” 

27. “My Eesolutions.” 

28. “God Never Called a Lazy Man.” 

29. “Test Hours Which Lead to Triumph.” 

80. “Whom Not Having Seen, I Love.” 

81. “A Voice Said, ‘Climb’ I” 


1, “I Know Whom I Have Believed.” 

2. “Two Types of Men.” 

8, “Read God’s Word Consecutively.” 

4. “We Are Not Here to Play, to Drift.” 

5. “Yield Not to Temptation.” 

6. “Our Influence," 

7. “Christ Wants the Best.” 

8. “Four Rules for Faith’s Growth.” 

9. “Now 1 Belong to Jesus,” 

10. “Youth — a Time of Accomplishment.” 

11. “Be True to Yourself, Young Man.” 

12. “Dare to Be Different.” 

13. "Here Am I, Send Me.” 

14. “The Oil Under the Dove’s Wing.” 

15. “Lighted Lanterns.” 

16. "Thou Hast Not Denied My Name.” 

17. “Badiant Christians.” 

18. “Who Is This That Cometh.” 

19. “He Is Altogether Xjovely.” 

20. “Keep a Watch on Your Words." 

21. “1 Heard a Bird at Break of Day.” 

22. “Neither Give Place to the Devil.” 

23. “A Song of the Boad.” 

24. “Good Timber.” 

25. “Able to Keep You from Falling,” 

26. “Your Secret, Giant Oak?” 

27. “How to Ascertain the WIE of God,” 

28. “Torehbearers.” 


1. “Our Youth to Thee We Bring.” 

2. “Good Tuner— Why?” 

3. “The Blood of Jesus Christ Cleanseth.” 

4. “They Have Been with Jesus.” 

5. “Answering the Call." 

6. “Keep Thyself I’ure.” 

7. “The Trysting Tent." 

8. “Give a Positive Testimony." 

9. “Lift Me Above Myself.” 

10. “A Young Girl's Vision of Life.” 

11. “Thou Holdest Fast My Name.” 

12. “What Hast Thou Given 'to Me?" 

13. “Only a Boy — Robert Mofltatt.” 

14. “Be Listening to Hear God’s Call.” 

15. “They Told Me That His Yoke.” 

16. “Flee as a Bird to Your Mountain.” 

17. “I Broke My Tryst with God,” 

18. “Watching the Blacksmith?” 

19. “Mr. Moody, and Heaven.” 

20. “The Doctrine of the Atonement.” 

21. “Believing — Not Feeling.” 

22. “The Hand That Never Lost a Man,” 

23. “The God-Built Wall of Snow." 

24. “Triumph Through Handicap.’' 

25. “The Charm of HumlUty,” 

26. “May I Have These Pearls?” 

27. “The King’s Daughter” 

28. “Hide Not Thy 'Talent.” 

29. “Mueller’s Testimony to a Living God.” 

30. “He Livesl He Lives!” 

31. “Bishop Taylor’s Bxijerience.” 


1. “Altitude— It’s Safer Flying High.” 

2. “There Is a Niche for Youth.” 

3. “Waiting to Be Filled.” 

4. “I Pound God in the Dawning." 

5. “Not WHAT but WHOM." 

6. "God of the Gallant Trees.” 

7. “.Tesus — ^The Heart of the Bible.” 

8. “Take Time with the Word.” 

. 9. “Lovest Thou Me More Than These?” 

10. “If Thou Dost Need a Hand Today.” 

11. “The Man with the Radiant Pace.” 

12. “Idols and Pearls.” 

13. "Jenny Lind and Her Consecration.” 

14. “Power Over 'Temptation. ” 

15. "I Want That Adorning Divine.” 

16. “The Little Black Dog.” 

17. “The Dove Man in the Desert." 

18. “We Two.” (Jesus and 1.) 

19. “Turn Your Byes Upon Jesus." 

20. “Ye Are the Light of the World." 

21. “Chiming Cliristians.” 

22. “Jesus Never Hides the Scars.” 

23. "Pilate’s Wife at Golgotha.” 

24. “He Steadfastly Set His Face.” 

25. “The Block of Marble.” 

26. “Hast Thou No Scar?” 

27. “Oh, the Love That Drew Salvation's 


28. “New Calvary.” 

29. "The First Dawn.” 

80. “But He Rose Again J” 


1. “What Mud Can Become.’* 

2, “The Trail of the Indiaa.” 


3, “The Broken Alabaster Box.” 

4, “Paganini with a Single String!” 

6. “According as He Hath Promised.” 

6. “Be Strong, 0 Youth, Be Strong!” 
f, “looking Unto Jesus for Triumph.” 

8. “We Dread to Be Separated.” 

9. “He Shall Deliver Thee.” 

10. "Invisible Barriers.” 

11. “God's Wondrous Plan.” 

12. “I Am Not the Master of My Fate.” 

13. “Let Go and God!” 

14. “I Saw God Wash the World.” 

15. “Go to the Ant.” 

16 . “Things We Can’t Afford.” 

17. “Charles Kingsley and His Full Sur- 


18. “You Asked Me How I Gave My Heart 

to Christ.” 

19. "An Eagle Carrying a Serpent.” 

20. “My Chum Who Stood at the Cross- 


21. “Who Is He That Overcometh?” 

22. “I Need Not Shout My Faith.” 

23. “Eternal Issues Hang Upon Frag- 


24. “Be God’s Man in God’s Place.” 

25. “If You Can’t Be a Pine,” etc. 

26. “How Do You Know That There Is a 


27. “Gather Up the Fragments.” 

28. “The Story of Gwen and the Canyon.” 

29. “Keep Thyself Pure, 0 Child.” 

SO. “I Am a Marked Man.” 

81. "The Boyhood of James Garfield.” 


1. “Bishop Hendrix’ Vision of India’s Mil- 


2. “Following a Sure Guide.” 

8. “Why Do I Drift.” 

4. “Courage! What if the Snows Are 


5. “Tomorrow, and the Town of Yawn.” 

6. “Choose Ye This Day,” 

7. “To Lift the Sombre Fringes.” 

8. “Choosing a Life Companion.” 

9. “My Rendezvous with God.” 

10. “I Have HALF a Purpose to Do It.” 

11. “'The Young Man Out of Nazareth.” 

12. “To Every Man There Openeth a Way.” 

13. “Is Not This the Carpenter’s Son?” 

14. “And They Said, ‘Behold This.’” 

15. “A Parable of the Fanner Bees,” 

18. “Lord, Show Me the Thing That Stands 
in the Way.” 

17. “An Officer in the Flying Corps.” 

18. “Can You Sit on Top of a Hill?” 

19. “This God Is Our Own God!” 

20. “How Lovely Are the Faces,” etc. 

21. “The Story of the Ermine.” 

22. “Cross-Centered Christianity.” 

23. “His Coming Is Certain as the Dawn.” 

24. “His Own Generation.” 

26. “To Bach Is Given a Marble to Carve.” 

26. “They Held Their Lives Cheap.” 

27. “Launch Out Into the Deep!” 

28. “Captains and Kings are Passing.” 

29. “Overcomers.” 

ao. “O Shepherd with Bleeding Feet!” 

1 . 

2 . 


“The Wolf Prefers Lambs.” 

“In. a Coal Mine with Spotless Gar- 

“Adelina Patti and Her Test.” 

“The Threads We Weave.” 

“You Are the Only Bible They WiE 

“Your Impress.” 

“The Marks of Deep Lowliness,” 

“Who Hath Woe?” 

“I Need Wide Spaces in My Heart.” 
"Legend of an Artist Carving a Ma- 
donna from Common Log.” 

“Kirby, the Rose Imver.” 

“They Abode with Him That Day.” 

“O God. Not Like the Stagnant Pool.” 
“Great Works Carried on in Silence.” 
“Fritz Krelsler and His Gift.” 

“It’s a Fight, and a Hard Fight!” 
“Walk Circumspectly!” 

“Child of the Boundless Prairie.” 
“Except a Corn of Wheat,” etc. 

“When You Have Found Your Place.” 
"It Is Not What You Have.” 

“I Want to Wear Out My Life.” 
"Faithful Under Cover.” 

“The Nameless Seeker — Rich Young 

“The Power of Habit.” 

“The Narrow Way, and Kinship.” 

“Be a Decided, Outspoken Christian!” 
“Morning by Morning Waken Me, My 

“He Hath Committed the Task to Us.” 
“The Lion — ^Bravest in the Storm.” 
“Put on the Whole Armor!” 


“Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of Na- 

“The Incomparable Christ!” 

“By FAPPH They.” 

“The Baptism of the Holy Spirit.” 
“Awake the Dawn!” 

“Taking the Shield of Faith.” 

“Is There Some Problem in Your Life 
to Solve?” 

“Show Your Colors!” 

“The Spirit-Filled Life,” 

“Knowing Direct Guidance.” 

“A Christian’s Choice of Reading.” 
"We are Building Day by Day a Tem- 
ple, etc.” 

“Break Thou the Bread of Life, Dear 
lord to Me.” 

“Of All the Words of Tongue or Pen.” 
“A Little. Star Shone Singly.” 
“Slavery to Habits.” 

“Beware of Danger.” 

“ ‘Child, Follow Me,’ the Master Said.” 
“Where Is Thy Talent?” 

“Haile Selassie’s Testimony.” 
“Labourers Together With God.” 
“Filled With All the Fullness of God!” 
“Give Me Hard Tasks!” 

“Move to the Fore!” 

“Looking Unto Jesus.” 

“Where Did He Start?” 

, “SV>r Their Sakes I Sanctify Myself.” 
“Life Victorious!” 

, “Beethoven and an Old Harpsichord,” 
SO. “We Must Empty by Filling.” 

81. “Tour Opportunity the Greatest.” 

1. “Dr. Bushnell Finds God.” 

2. “If Badio’a Slim Fingers, etc.” 

8. “Daniel Purposed in His Heart.” 

4. “I Simply Take Him at His Word.” 

5. “The lord’s Song in a Strange Land.” 

6. ''Hasty Praying.” 

7. “A Brazilian Girl’s Consecration.” 

8. “The Cowboy’s Prayer.” 

9. "All the Promises of God Are Tea.” 

10. “Believing God.” 

11. “Give Attendance to Beading." 

12. “Temptation in Fine, Gay Colors.” 

13. “Indian Lay Down Blanket.” 

14. “Beeognize God’s Right.” 

15. “The Morning Hoiir with God.” 

16. “He Will Keep the Feet.” 

17. “Your Goal Was Not Some Island.” 

18. "Our Life Is but a Little Holding.” 

19. “The Cross the Crowning Service.” 

20. "Once In an Eastern Palace.” 

21. "Trifling With the Serpent,” 

22. “Garibaldi’s Challenge.” 

23. “He Pound His Place in God’s Plan.” 

24. “The Sun-Bird and God’s Care.” 

26. “The Rich .Young Ruler.” 

28. “God Spoke." 

27. “The Yellow Rosebush.” 

28. “I Have Prayed That Your Faith.” 

29. “Let Us Go Into the House.” 

80. “The Wings of the Morning." 


1. “Living a Great Life.” 

2. “Young African Convert.!* 

8, “I See My Way as Birds.” 

4. “Sin as a Caterpillar and a Butterfly.” 

5., .“You Can Conauer Teinptatlon!” 

6.. , “The Need of God-Consolonsness.” 

7. , “Buying Up Your Opportunity.” 

8. “His Lamps Are We.” 

9. “What. Think Ye of Christ?” 

10. “The Value of a Single SoulP* 

11. “The Spider and the Doorbell,” 

12. “One of God’s Farmers.” 

13. “God Can Make a Stepping-Stone.” 

14. VNo.yer Defend Yourself.” 

15. “He Was Tired of the Rope.” 

16. “Every Youth Has a Quest to Make.** 

17. “Watch the Morning Watch.” 

18. “Make Me a Captive, Lord!” 

19. “A Lady’s Rank Is Not Dependent." 

20. “Walking In the Spirit.” 

21. “Mind the Light!” 

22. “The Language Jesus Spokd.” 

23. “To Know All Is to Forgive All.” 

24. “Livingstone, on Sacrifice.” 

25. “Pm Yielded, Lord.” 

26. “Guard Your Discernment.” 

27. “As John Upon the Dear Lord’s 


28. “Life Is All a Pilgrim’s.” 

29. “The Boy Who Made a Bridge.” 

80. "Antonio Stradivari and Hla Violin.” 
31. “Love Through Me,' Love of God.” i 


1. “Alone With Time — ^I'he Peep O’ Day.” 

2, “Faithful in a Very Little.” i 

8. “We Mean a Lot to Someone,” 

4, "A Strange Bonfire.” i 

6. “Weaving — White and Black.” i 

6. "Open the Doorl” ! 

7. “Have You an Ancient Woundi?” < 

8. “Hast Then Heard Him, Seen Him?” 

9. “Emancipation Day for the Slaves.” s 

10. “Where Are You, God?” 

11. “With God NOTHING Shall Bo Im- 


12. “In the Secret of His Presence.” } 

13. “Jesus, Saviour, Pilot Me!” .j 

14. “Mine Were the Streets of Nazareth,” 

15. “Be What Yo’ Am!” 

16. “God Delivered a Young Christian.” 

17. “March We Forth.” j 

18. “Is Not This the Carpenter?” 

19. “I Refuse to Criticize, Find Fault!” ' 

20. “Instant Obedience." 

21. “Men Ought Always to Pray." 

22. “Crowned or Crucified.” s 

23. “This One Thing I Do!” 

24. “Jesus, Lead Me Up the Mountain!”. 

25. “The World’s Greatest.” 

26. “Lord, I have Shut My Door!” 

27. “David Livingstone Receives a De- : 

gree.” i 

28. “Be Not Unequally Yoked Together.” ' 

29. “Forgiveness Week in Africa.” i 

30. “One Acorn and Many Oaks.” 


1. “Only One Life — ’’Twill Soon Be Past.” 

2. “Give, Though Thy Gifts Be Small!” 

8. “Could We With Ink the Ocean Pill!" 

4. “Thy Love to Me Was Wonderful.” 

6. “Testimony of Dr. Howard A. Kelly.” > 

6. “They Shall Be My Jewels!” 

7. “Every Gate a Pearl!” 

8. “He Might Have Doled His Blossoms.” 

0. “Martyrdom of John and Betty Stem.” 

10. “Wearing a White Frock in a Mine,” 

11. "Washington Assisting His Soldier,” 

12. "The Stamp Album and the Promise.” 

13. “Poxes and Faults.” 

14. “God’s Word — Pull of Promisos.” 

15. “The Sobrce of Its Beauty.” 

16. “It Is Human.” 

17.. “What Room Is There?” 

18. “An Exchange of Wills.” 

19. “0 Zion, Haste!” 

20. “The Fear of Falling Is Wholesome.” 

21. "Your Afterself.” 

22. “It Is Easy to Say.” 

23. “Star of Wonder, Star of Night.” 

24. “Let Us Now Go Even to Bethlehem.” ' 

25. “Unto Yon Is Born This Day.” 

26. “Wonderful, Counsellor!” 

27. “I Heard the Bells of Bethlehem.” 

28. “What Then? What Then?” 

29. “He Might Have Reared a Palace.” 

30. “On the Summit.” 

31. "Press On!”